The Attraction of Blood
Eventually they were both forced to break eye contact and their eyes scuttled towards the ground proving the tension between them had got too much.
Elijah had not asked her why she had suddenly burst into a fit of sobs and Hayley was glad that he had not for she herself had not currently come up with a good enough answer.
"How are we going to get out of here?" she had murmured to break the ice because that was something quite important right now and despite Elijah being free from that awful contraption he was not in a fit state.
She shuffled to her feet taking a deep breath or two to dissipate the strain and walked towards what normally would be their exit. She had glanced at Elijah just before to make sure he didn't decide to be all chivalrous while looking half dead and he had very appropriate decided to not move a muscle.
Though, his head had tilted towards her with a piercing gaze as she had placed a hand forth gently testing the boundaries of their prison. They both knew all too well that Esther must have charmed the exits. Hayley could sense the force field at the tip of her fingers. She sighed and turned around on her heel to return back to Elijah, the colour on his face was draining and inside she was scared for him.
"You shouldn't have come." He spoke, the power his voice normally held decreasing.
"Shut up." Hayley had silenced him right after despite feeling pretty useless herself. She was supposed to save him and she wasn't doing a very good job.
Suddenly however a thought crossed her mind. There was something she could do.
"Elijah, when was the last time you...fed?" she asked softly and his head stirred.
She realised she didn't need an answer.
Damn couldn't his mother who for one second had been all I want to save our family at least hand him a blood bag? she hissed inside.
Hayley had decided she was done with Esther and wouldn't be thinking about any deals with her for a long while.
She's rolled up her sleeve a little more and then bit into her wrist offering it to The Original.
Elijah tilted his head.
"Don't you dare get all Mr Gallantry on me." Hayley spoke to him firmly and he knew it wasn't worth disputing. And anyway, he could smell her blood now and despite only tasting it once before he found he recalled the smell perfectly and the taste...the taste...that was beyond words.
The thick maroon liquid that was dripping from her veins was enough to drive him into madness again and as Hayley now brought it to his lips his hands slid around her arm.
Hayley tried not to gasp at his sensual touch. It's just the blood. She told herself but it really didn't seem so when his lips kissed her skin. She felt him drink from her and the feeling was immense. Am I supposed to feel this way? She wondered as a gasp escaped her mouth and she closed her eyes in a strange sort of speechless bliss.
Elijah murmured against her wrist, each drop fuelling him, making him feel himself again. He could hear her increased heart beat and now wondered if she felt it too.
Blood sharing was intimate and he now mused if she knew that.
After a little while however, Elijah forced himself to stop yet he knew now that if there ever was substance that could make him feel weak at his knees with infatuation, he would be sure it came from the veins of the woman before him.
Hayley's eyes lay firmly upon him as he drew away from her wrist which automatically began to heal. Her blood was on his lips and for some reason that intensified the attraction she tried so hard to deny.
Hayley found herself imagining...
Their faces were so close now, she could feel his breath. She tried to control the heart she was so angry at for risking giving away these so very thoughts, so many times, in just one day.
Hayley found herself imagining what it would be like to kiss him.
Elijah licked his lips light unable to deny himself those last few drops. He met her stare and narrowed his gaze a little questioningly. She was so close to him, so very close, her features flashing into his face and brightening his view. He damped his lips and it looked as if for a second she was fighting to bite hers. Elijah moved forwards in order to sit up in turn nearing her and her head moved back maintaining the same ratio of closeness.
He wanted to kiss her. He couldn't deny it. It was a lie too big.
But accepting he wanted to and actually doing what he wished didn't come with a fine line in his book. He found himself wondering if she had even thought about it? Even for a second.
Of course not... he then spoke internally, disappointed with his selfish assumptions.
If she wanted something, then she'd take it. Elijah decided in his mind and then found himself wishing really really hard that she did, that she would...