SLUMBER
A/N: Early update...again it's BPOV
I couldn't sleep.
The night had been spent sitting with my back on the closed door as I listened to the noises downstairs while stroking the rope burns. When they were silenced, I would simply follow my thoughts into ways I would kill Damon.
I had tried to search for my phone but my blood stained pockets were empty. Even if I had found it, the fall would have probably broken it.
Falling my head back onto the door, I sighed deeply and ran my fingers through my hair, wincing at the pain in my arm.
I had discarded my leather jacket and looked down at how the purple bruises had darkened and my arm was swollen. There were a few scraped and cuts but nothing too bad.
Thank fuck I had been wearing my biker jacket, otherwise I would have a broken arm write now.
Suddenly, the silent night was broken with the low click of the lock that had be scrambling away from the door. Hunching my shoulders as I breathed heavily.
What did they want?
Would they kill me now?
How was me being here saving Elena?
Better yet, why did I have to lay my life out for someone I had only met?
I cringed when I heard the handle rattle before the doorknob was turned slow and the door creaked as the young boy from before, entered.
He gulped nervously and stared down at me. Widening his eyes when finding me crouched on the floor like a feral child so I could only assume he had expected me to be asleep.
It was then that I picked up the delicious scent of Chinese food, before I zoned in on the white bag in his hands. My tummy growled in anticipation and I blushed furiously when he smiled knowingly.
"Vampires, sometimes they forget that humans need to be fed" he stretched out the hand holding out the meal.
Scared that it was a trick, I remained still, calculating his expression and his movements when he placed it on the small bedside table.
"I'm not going to bite" he joked with a raw chuckle and took a seat on the bed, gesturing for me to join him.
Well I certainly trusted him far more than any vampire which was why I sighed and trailed after him.
He then took the bag and place cut on the bed, silently taking out each item and laying out the plastic forks and knives along with the wrapped chopsticks. "So what's your name?" He tried to make conversation.
"Isabella - I mean, Bella" I answered, wincing at the way the words scraped against my sore throat.
"Last name?" he questioned.
"Swan"
He drew back and fell deep in his own thoughts as he murmured to himself, "So it is true..."
Now I wanted to hit myself for not considering that he was only fishing for I formation. However, at the same time, I wanted to ask him what he meant but doubted that he would answer me - probably given instructions not to.
Instead, I stuck to a more harmless question. "What is your name?"
"Luka Martin" he smiled.
I took the chopsticks the offered and began to rip the paper wrapping them. "What is going to happen to me?" I murmured, glancing back up to him.
"I'm not sure yet" he answered with a sincere honesty.
I accepted the noodles and then pushed myself back onto the bed frame, leaning onto it while he then turned to look at me.
I stared at him for a split second, trying to figure out how I felt about him.
Could I trust him?
He was being so kind and nice and he'd brought me food. Although, that didn't explain his involvement with the vampires. Maybe it was duress...?
"Why are you here?" I do tactfully blurted out.
He smiled at my forwardness and swallowed the food in his mouth before answering me, "Elijah is helping me" I scoffed at the thought but patiently listened, "I know you probably think the worst of him but he isn't so bad"
There was obviously much more to the story but I was too fired up to address it. "Yeah, I've always had a soft spot for kidnappers" I rolled my eyes at his naivety and tried to make him understand. "I stood there - between two vampires - listening to them bargaining for me, like I was an object"
"He will try and keep you safe" he countered nervously.
I pushed away from the bed in frustration. "Safe?" I exclaimed loudly but then lowered my volume when placing my hands on my hips. "What exactly do you people want from me?" I demanded in a hiss but he kept quiet, his head lowered as he picked at his food.
Sighing deeply in defeat, I fell back on the bed and tiredly whispered, "I have a nasty habit of trusting vampires so I'm going to ask you and please, give me the right answer" my plea was again met with his silence so I took that as encouragement to continue, "Is my father really going to be safe?"
This time, he didn't ignore me, "Trust me when I say that we only need you"
A/N: Anyone else had a soft spot for Luka? Only one that she can actually talk to at this point.
Anyway what do you think of their friendship...promise it will only be a friendship...they are not the pairing in this story.
Review for a DPOV...
