CHAPTER EIGHT
The door opened, causing her head to turn to see who it was.
There was Mark surveying her cautiously, apparently deciding she wasn't dangerous because he walked over to stand beside the bed. "You were quite the pistol to deal with. Though I did manage to get all the iron out of your system." He informed her gravely, busy undoing her chains. "Sorry, it was for precaution, I didn't want you hurting either of us."
Nodding, she sat up, rubbing her wrists. "I don't know what happened… you seem to provoke the Demoness in me." Cerri murmured, fluttering her wings, testing them. She let out a sigh of relief that they weren't broken. The gossamer wings wrapped around her body for a second before unfolding, revealing a fresh white cloth covering her. "Thank you, for what you did. I did not deserve it. I will let you be now." She hovered off the bed, heading towards the door.
"Wait." Mark ordered, watching as she turned to face him, his arms crossed over his chest. "You were right, Cerriwyn. I don't know control very well. There's… something inside of me… something that I can't explain. I've been battling it for centuries and it escapes sometimes… I don't intend on letting it happen again. Ever. It was by me, my wife died."
Cerri frowned slightly, not too keen on the fact that she could've been both raped AND killed in the same hour. "What is a wife?" She asked finally. "Your mate?" The frown remained, wondering why you would take a mate if you couldn't control yourself.
Sounded a bit like Demon inbreeding, not that she would mention that.
"Yes, a person you take for eternity as your own. I… killed her." He looked down at the floor, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. "Whatever… I've been trying to control, killed her. My Sandra." Mark surprised her by punching the wall at the mere thought of his deceased wife. "You remind me a lot of her." He said afterward, calmly, like he hadn't just put his fist through solid marble.
"She was a mixed breed?" Cerri asked, totally innocent in her question. "I've intruded long enough. I would like to leave before the moon descends much farther, it's easier to fly during the night. Humans are more apt to not notice it." She stared at him for a minute before sighing and heading for the door. Who would have though the primates were wising up?
Mark was thinking fast, knowing she might have answers to questions he had pondered for decades. "Why don't you stay here?" He suggested, watching her glance at him. "You could go out and hunt at night all you want, but when you're tired, a room upstairs with your name on it." He tried not to smirk as her eyes took in his nude from the waist up torso, flexing his muscles just to watch those purple orbs widen.
She was able to study him now without feeling anything, one of the perks of being in her natural form. It was easier to control herself. Her purple eyes took in his form, studying the tattoos and his muscles. "I think I'd rather go. I'd like to explore a bit more of your world before I go home." She said finally, shifting into human form, her fingers playing with the hem of her jacket.
"Whatever you want then. Door is open for you though." He shrugged his shoulders, turning to glance out the window and sighed. Morning would arrive soon, but he had to feed or else he'd lose strength.
When Mark lost strength, he lost control.
"You look hungry." Cerri said finally, not moving. She walked around to stand in front of him, holding out her wrist while shifting back into Pixie form. "It's lighter then Human blood but it's stronger." She offered. This was considered an intimate act in her Realm, but then again she had cost him a few meals. "Just do it, Mark."
Licking his lips, he stared down at her, finally nodding. Mark pulled the Fae close to him, an arm wrapping about her waist as his mouth lowered to her wrist. His fangs sank into her flesh, tasting pure light. An animalistic growl escaped him as he took long draughts. This was better than human blood. It was intoxicating, addicting…
She watched him. Cerriwyn could literally see her silver blood rushing through her delicate veins. This was much better then in Human form, there was no pain only a small tingle of pleasure. Though as his grip tightened, she began to feel dizzy, watching as the blood sped towards his greedy mouth. "Enough." She ordered, pulling away from him.
Mark growled in annoyance, not wanting to stop, wanting to drink all of her in. when she pulled away forcefully, he slowly back away, needing to put space between them, his tongue darting out to catch the last of her blood on his lips.
"That's better then any human blood I've ever had." He said thickly, eyes a dark; stormy color. He could already feel his energy returning. "Whatever you're made of… it makes me feel like I could run a marathon… something…"
"That was a one time only." She said firmly, staring at him out of narrowed eyes. They had a brief stare-down before she smiled brightly. "Thank you for healing me but I believe it's time I left. I don't want to intrude upon you again." Cerri glanced down at her wrist, which had already healed, shimmering droplets of her blood glistening on the ivory flesh. "I'm glad you feel better."
"You can't leave, there's so much I want to ask you." Mark stated, blocking her path. "I want to know all about what you are, where you come from, everything. Also, I want to apologize for losing my temper with you."
First off, he knew way too much. Cerriwyn wasn't supposed to say anything about herself. Which she had so in Human form out of fear, there was a rule broken. Now however was a different story. Her wings fluttered as she lifted off the ground, moving out of reach. "I am truly sorry Mark, but I cannot tell you anymore then you already know. I am not even supposed to be in this form before you."
"You're not supposed to tell MORTALS, HUMANS. Do I look like one of those to you?" He demanded, joining her in the air, baring his fangs.
"Hey Mark, you here man?"
