Seems that Mirabella has developed a case of Stockholm Syndrome. After that mental breakdown something must have gone wrong. I know Vaas is hot and all, but I would never get in bed with him after what he had done.
Chapter 29: Presents
Vaas returned after I had taken a shower, I had adorned myself in his clothing from the dresser, a red tank, and my black shorts. Smelling him and engulfing myself in his amazing scent, the necklace dangled from my neck as I tossed and rolled in bed. I was starting to get hungry, there was no food in the fridge. I should have told Vaas to bring me some food before he left.
Dammit! I wanted to be out there, no matter the cause, I wanted to be beside him, near him. Ever since my eyes were opened with realization that Vaas was in fact all I had left, I wanted nothing but him. I think he felt just the same, it was nightfall when Vaas came back and I couldn't have been more happy to see he was back with no blood on him.
He didn't smell of sweat and wasn't covered in dirt, those are good signs. That didn't mean he didn't kill anyone, he could have killed fifty people and I wouldn't know, I would care... I just wanted him. That old me was gone, I was reborn and as long as I wasn't killing anyone myself, I could care less who Vaas killed. He placed a large box on the counter, I noticed several items that caught my eye.
I snuck into the kitchen sitting myself on the counter beside the cardboard box. He looked over at me and smiled, noticing that I was in his clothing once again. He liked it that way, I knew it. He pulled a bottle of red wine from the box placing it down while keeping eye contact with me. He pulled out a large stick of French bread, and a small container with a clear top and green leaves inside, sliced tomatoes, mini carrots, and shredded cheese. He brought me salad?! He brought me freaking Salad! Way better than any fucking bowl of wet rice.
He then pulled his gaze from me starting to set the things down on the table, the red wine in the center, the salad by the chair, the stick of bread. Almost like a romantic dinner, but only for me... The wine however I would share that, but I was extremely hungry. I had barely eaten for a while, mostly rations of rice since I came to the island, with the exception of venison that I actually did caught while at the pirate camp.
I hopped down from the counter crossing my arms when he was finished, he turned and looked at me with an expectant smile. My eyebrows furrowed with confusion, I still returned the wide grin.
"Where did you get this?"
"I went to the mainland." Then my smile fell, he soon knew that telling me such things was an idiotic move and his expression followed such realization. Now I was livid, pissed that he would not ask if I wanted to go and see the sunshine on the other side of the land.
He did get me salad though... And wine... And bread which was fattening, but still the gesture counted. I took a deep breath closing my eyes, I knew he lied to keep me from going with him. He didn't want to lose me again and I knew he would not tolerate it, if I asked to go and do something far more drastic than shop.
"Thank you..." I said, his smile returned as he gestured to the seat beside him. I walked past him sitting myself down, he found himself a beer and leaned against the counter across from me as I arranged my food to my liking. A plastic fork and knife inside, I pulled the fork put and started to eat. It was silent as I focused more on the savory goodness of the first few bites. Rice was okay for you, but salad was far more filling.
It was awkward how he watched me eat so intently, when I noticed I had stopped eating all together placing my fork down. He took a sip of his beer.
"What about you? Aren't you going to eat?"
"I had a banana, Princessa."
"A banana? That's not very meal worthy, more like a snack." I snickered teasingly, he crossed his arms and nodded his head with a simple smile. I began to worry, what was wrong? Did I do something? Most importantly, could I? "What's wrong?" He shrugged itching his nose with his free hand.
"Just wondering something..." He mumbled in reply, I nodded my head nervously.
"And?" I pursued, he sighed heaving his breath out loudly and coughing at his throat.
"Why did you give yourself to me earlier?" I was taken aback by the question, was it not fulfilling enough for him as it was for me. I had an answer and surely would give it to him since he asked.
"I love you." He shook his head.
"I know it's more than that." I licked my lips. "What did Vadim and you talk about?" He asked, but not out of jealousy, out of curiosity. I sighed, I would tell him, but that was certainly not the reason I did what I did. The only reason I had was that I loved him, everything else was blank.
"He told me the others think that we should get married and that it would be better if I just gave in." His eyebrows furrowed at the center.
"Why?" He snapped, obviously upset that any man wanted to get involved in our sex life, much less anything in our relationship… If that's what Vaas considered it to be.
"I don't know..." I muttered.
"Bella... You know how much I care about you?"
"Yes." I smiled innocently. "A lot."
"Exactly." He exclaimed. "I would do anything for you now that you are back, but I can't always protect you. I can't always keep you locked in here from all the other men's eyes, but... I can however give you two options."
"What are they?"
"You can stay here and stay safe, live a life where all those dirty fucking perverts eye you up when you finally leave this shanty? Or... You can become my queen, you can kill the rejects when I want, entertain me when I want, and get the respect from the men you deserve?" I frowned solidly.
"I don't think that's what a queen does. Respect yes, kill no, entertain maybe." He chortled and shook his head.
"I need a queen who can do all those things no question, if you were that woman you wouldn't care. You didn't care when you killed all those... Rakyat." I took another bite from my salad because I didn't know what to say. I hadn't just killed before because it was fun, I killed because I was in danger, my instincts kicked in and... Does that mean I am a killer? Naturally born? No... I couldn't be. "You would do this if you loved me." He added, that made me feel a whole lot worse, I did love him and I would do a-anything for him. Fine then, I will kill for him, entertain him, do whatever he asks of me. That's exactly how it is supposed to go, right? How hard can it be? I nodded my head in a approval.
"I will do whatever you wish..." I answered blankly, I had just turned over my life to this man in words... I didn't know what to think of it, had I already given myself away? Nothing felt different, perhaps I had allowed him to take the innocence from me.
"I knew you would accept. Now, I am going to see Chris tomorrow, you coming?" I shrugged, it couldn't hurt much.
"Yes." I answered taking another of bite of my salad, savoring the taste that I hadn't had in so long. Vaas finished his beer and then moved onto the wine bottle, taking a gulp from it as he held it in his hand firmly.
He moved into the living room sitting himself on the couch and staring up and the ceiling taking steady breaths. I had a quarter of the bread stick before leaving to join him, I sat beside him, his shirt wrapped my body on such a way where it almost served as a dress. I sat down beside him, he didn't look at me once, I placed my feet on his lap and curled my knees up.
"Vaas... What if I can't be the woman you want me to be?" He turned his head lazily to the side staring at me with bulbous like orbs.
"Bella, you already are. I just can't have you being looked at like some whore, that's all." What would give him that idea? Who looked at me like some whore? Well I take that back I bet a lot of Pirates did, including Michael. Vaas placed a hand on my foot and caressed over my skin.
"Who would-"
"Some of my men, they think you're a distraction and that I should just sell you. I told them I could prove that you were worth keeping... So..." He handed me the bottle of wine. "We start now, have you ever been drunk before?"
"No."
"Would you like to be?" His eyebrows wiggled suggestively, I stared at the bottle he offered, not even half empty, I reached for it pulling it from his hands and bringing it up to my lips taking small gulps from the bottle. My eyes slowly shut at the flavor that soared through my lips, I couldn't stop. "Woah there Chica." He snatched it from my hands pulling it from my mouth and placing it down on the floor between his feet.
"You wanted me to get drunk." I snorted, he shook his head smirking at me.
"We have to discuss some things first." He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, placing a hand on my head and pushing me to his chest.
"About that day you killed... You never told me how it truly felt." I sighed closing my eyes and smelling his cologne.
"I don't even remember killing all those people." I felt a tear stream down my cheek."Almost as if it was-"
"Natural." He finished for me, he wanted me to kill, or at least see me kill someone just to get a bone out of it. "When I taught you those things years ago, I taught you things only I had learned. You are just as strong as me, just as powerful." He placed a hand over my knee and crawled it up my leg, the fuzz of hair from a lack of a razor did not seem to bother him, only enticing him more. He grazed his fingers up and down my leg. "With a bit more time, you can be the most feared woman on the island... Citra can go fuck herself." He whispered in my ear sending shivers through my body and goosebumps on my skin. "You will kill for me tomorrow and this time I promise you will like it..." He whispered me these words while rocking me back and forth and humming in my ear, till sleep as though I was a baby despite the fact I was not tired. I guess that was what love did... Made you tired.
Just going to say this because it won't be mentioned later. Vaas purposely drugged the wine bottle. She doesn't know and she probably won't ever find out. It was just something I thought Vaas would do… so yeah...
