9
While I waited for Jarko to return I merely had Eli on his back and he was staring up at me cooing lightly. He was still bald and just staring up at me. I was on my stomach with him below my face and I just observed him, making myself familiar with him. I let my pointer finger trace his chubby cheeks and small lips. I then pressed my nose to the side of his head softly and inhaled that small innocent scent babies had. They smelled warm and cuddly and magical almost. And as I smelled him I did not feel my hunger increase from the level that it was already on. It did not desire me to drain the child. Sometimes I wondered if Eric was hungry like me and had this child below him if he could hold back.
I finally started to smile at Eli. He began to curl his body now and roll around somewhat and I smiled. Infants his age could not do such things yet. He was a special baby and now he was my baby. I then watched as he gripped a thick hardened lock of my curls and began to put it in his mouth and I had enough hair to go around so I just chuckled lovingly as he played with my hair. When Jarko had finally returned with my things he even took the notion to give me a crib.
"Asher said I should buy the crib." he replied and I smiled.
"Thank you." I replied and he just huffed and left. It seemed Asher wanted to please me. An odd gesture for a captor to express towards his prisoner. It must have been the work of his sister, but that was okay. I would need Asher in order to get back at Drake. Maybe Drake would get angry and kill Asher for getting too close. That would only leave Jarko and Danica left. That was okay however. I knew Danica was smart. I changed Eli and fed him. I was now pacing around the room patting his back gently so he'd burp. Even though a child was a handful I had nothing to do with my life but play captive so why not make the best of it? I had never cared for a baby before but seeing many mothers with their child were easy lessons to pick up on. Once the child was asleep I placed him in his crib and just made sure he was warm. I then placed my hand gently on his stomach, so light my touch was like a feather. I just let his own chest lift my hand to make sure he was breathing.
He was and that was all that mattered to me. The door finally opened and the smell of fear and rage fell into the room. I turned and saw Drake standing there calmly with a human female in his grip. His grip on her neck made her whimper and the woman was no older than twenty five. She had black hair and green eyes which were flooded with tears. I looked at Drake who just stared at me firmly and with authority. He said nothing to me as he lifted his free and removed the woman's hair off her neck and forced her neck to the side. She cried out even more and I watched as Drake opened his mouth releasing his massive fangs. He pierced them into her neck and she screamed but only for a second as his fangs silenced her. I watched blood stream down her neck and her arms which tried to pry his arms off now fall to her sides.
He lifted his head now, blood staining his chin and his mouth. Quite a dirty eater. He then looked at me now looking quite satisfied, but only his hunger was quenched. He still needed to do one more thing and that was to bring me back to his level, to make me like him. He then held the woman out by her hair. I could hear her heart beating, but it was very slow and very close to stopping. I had only limited time before she died. I looked from her to Drake and he looked quite calm yet his eyes were filled with firmness and darkness. He was waiting, waiting for me to fulfill my part. I slowly began to take steps towards him and he watched me as I moved. I inhaled slowly as the woman's scent filled the air.
As I moved closer the hunger in me began to grow and as Drake was getting closer, my pelvis began to pulse like a second heart beat. I then looked at the woman who looked to be fading in and out of consciousness. I looked down her perfect shaped body and I began to lift her left wrist.
"No her neck." Drake commanded and I paused at my movement and looked at him now with a mild glare. He merely watched with a deviant smirk on his face. I then let her arm fall and I moved closer now towards him and I opened my mouth, my fangs in clear view for him to see. I felt so embarrassed almost to be eating directly from a human. It seemed so rude and unlady like for me. I bit down hard into the woman's neck and I felt her heart beating in my mouth as I drained her of the last traces of blood inside her. It was like drinking hot water yet it tasted like metal and nutrients. My throat swallowed what my fangs had drunk and I felt all of her life fading away from me. But I also felt nothing but blood. I tasted no drink or food that distracted me from the blood. It was all there. Once there was nothing more to drink, like feeling the emptiness of a drink through a straw, I released the woman and Drake just dropped her and looked at me. Blood stained my chin just like it stained his. My body craved him and wanted him and my pelvis gave off all the signs, but I had to resist. I could not give in to temptation like I wanted. He did not deserve me yet and if he wanted me he would have to court me and prove to me that he deserved me.
I knew Drake could smell the lust and scent in my body and he took a step towards me and lifted his hand to grab my face, to obviously kiss me, but I moved my head away and hissed warningly at him. He was somewhat shocked and he growled himself and tried to grab for me again, but I moved back once more.
"You got what you wanted." I replied and he just snarled a bit. I knew he wanted me. I knew he wanted everything that was me. Out of anger he pushed me onto the bed and I fell back quickly, his body forced itself between my legs and he quickly ripped my shirt open. I stared up at him.
"If you think raping me will make this all go away, make everything how you want it to be, you are mistaken." I replied and he just stared at me now. I knew him, even though I had only known him for a few days when I was awake. His honor would not allow him to force himself on me for the first time we mate. Maybe the chances after words, but not now. No he wanted me to remember the time he takes me. He wanted me to feel what he is feeling. Like he had found someone he had been searching for for years. He then growled once more and left out the room after slamming the door shut. I sat up slowly and just watched him. What will you do Drake? How will you prove yourself worthy of being my mate when you cannot let go of old traditions and prepare yourself for the new ones?
