Chapter Eleven

"You're hungry, I can see it."

I said weakly.

"I am in a contract with my master for a reason. I'll have his soul soon enough."

He said softly: I heard the smile in is voice.

That smile I loved so much, I knew it was there. There in the darkness, away from my grasp. It made my heart flutter. It ached for him. I yearned for a monster who did not feel. Was I crazy for loving him, or for trying to win his non existing heart? Maybe. Maybe I was crazy for trying to feed him.

That part was definitely crazy.

"You like blood Sebastian. What if I gave you a small taste? Surely a small taste will fill you up for the time being, until you get that kids soul."

I offered.

My heart, it was shaking so badly. It was beating so fast I just knew he could hear it. I just offered the very essence of my life to a monster who could easily kill me without a second thought.

"Esther, it's time to retire for the night so you'll be well rested for tomorrow's duties."

He said firmly.

Tomorrow's duties? Is that what he was worried about right now? I reached up and grabbed his hand, placed it on my warm, living neck. I don't know what possessed me to do that, but I smiled. I felt his cold, unloving hand through the cloth, as usual. This seemed to have startled him.

"Sebastian it's okay, I am giving you food to keep from starving. Nothing more. Surely just a little taste will be enough?"

I smiled through the darkness.

If I didn't know Sebastian well enough I would say his hand was shaking. Faltering in his composure. Surely Sebastian wouldn't hesitate? Yet, here he was, hungry and hesitant. My heart ached for him. The man was starving and there was something I could do about it. Sebastian, don't let yourself to starve…

He stopped shaking and his hand gripped my neck firmly, and I smiled. This was the monster in him. The monster he hid so well. I suddenly felt his cool breath in his neck, and a small shiver trailed down my spine. This was what I was waiting for, to see him in his true colors and show him I'm not afraid.

I could help him.

"Esther, you shouldn't do this."

He said softly.

His voice was like silk, his cool breath on my skin was like butterfly kisses. So soft and soothing. So this was the whispers of a demon, as the old goes.

"Sebastian, just do it. Please don't let yourself starve."

I said softly.

There was a small pause, and I felt that firm grip again.

"Close your eyes."