Chapter 13: The Ultimate Offer

AN: WARNING!!!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS

BLOOD AND SHARP OBJECTS AND MAYBE

ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE. Did you think I could leave you a whole nine days longer with an ending like that?

Fear's POV

"Because I love you." Then I kissed him, while reaching in the drawer beside his head for a knife.

When I pulled back and showed the shining knife, he watched helplessly.

I watched the knife move slowly through the air till the very last second when I looked back at him.

He was momentarily stunned but as Tara said the blood lust was too strong for him to ignore my freshly slit wrist. He licked his lower lip as he watched the blood start to flow freely and land on the floor.

He reached out with his good arm and placed his mouth millimeters from my wound. Something had stopped him.

"What's wrong?" I asked slightly sick from the pain of the act and seeing my own blood.

"You must say you give it to me freely. This is technically the second blood act," he barely whispered.

"You can have anything you want from me," as soon as I had spoken the last syllable he sank his fangs deep in me.

I closed my eyes against the incredible pain. The first mouthfuls he drank hard and deep. After a few seconds, he stopped at my wrist and moved up my arm to my neck.

There he kissed and swirled his tongue along my jugular. It felt so good, I let out a small moan. I felt him smile against my neck before he kissed it.

"It doesn't have to hurt like the wrist did," he whispered. His breath fell against my suddenly sensitive skin. "I used to be very good at making girls very satisfied while I drank," he continued. I hadn't noticed before that his hands were doing incredible things to my back.

"Let me show you," he whispered before he gave me a small bite then kissed the spot before moving higher on my neck and repeated the process alternating with licks every now and then.

After a few moments of this, he fount my jugular again and lightly bit there, this time with a little fang. At first there was pain, but like he said it started to feel very good.

He started sucking harder, but there was no pain. I started feeling weak and went limp in his grip.

He stopped and cursed, as I slipped into oblivion.

Chris's POV

She tasted so sweet, I didn't realize I was draining her dry till it was almost too late. She went limp, that's never a good sign.

It has been about nineteen years since I had fed on a human. I made a promise not to feed on another after I almost killed Fear the first time.

Tara entered the room shortly after Fear had fainted.

"What did you do?" she demanded.

I looked up at her with my red eyes. "I drank too much," was all I said.

"Did she offer her self to you?" she demanded.

"Yes."

"Then return the favor," she said.

"I can't," I cried.

"Why not? She offered herself to you and this is the second blood act. You can return the favor, no emotions involved," she said.

She was right. I took the same knife Fear had used and made a small cut on my good arm. The other had healed (AN: so had her wrist), but it is not a good idea to cut the freshly healed flesh.

I watched the blood come to the surface and pool there while Tara laid Fear on her lap.

"Fear, I offer whatever you need or desire from me. I give you all that I am," I held my bleeding would over her mouth.

A couple drops entered, and nothing happened.

Tara puzzled, looked at me and said, "Why isn't she latching?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Fear opened her blood red eyes, grabbed my arm, and started feeding.

"Easy," I said stroking her hair. It is a risk to pull back on someone going through a blood act. "If you take too much, you'll have to trust me with your life again."

After a few seconds she stopped and looked at me her eyes were not red, but were a glowing blue.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked.

"Nothing," was all I could say, before she passed out again.

"That's not normal," Tara said. "Your eyes have never glowed before."

"I know," I said. "Do you think it's because she is promised?" I asked Tara while wiping at the bite mark Fear had left. I had stopped bleeding.

"I don't know," she said slowly. "L wants you to meet with the Legion in two nights and discuss her fate."

"I can't meet with them without creating and consulting a council," I picked up Fear and started for my bedroom. "I hate being Alpha," I said to Tara as she followed me.

"Bree is helping you with the whole creating of the council," she said as if she were talking about what she would be serving for breakfast.

I stopped and asked, "My sister? The one who made it so that her interests would be killed if they betrayed her?"

She smiled, "Not all were threatened. And there are females on this council. . . and a few elders," she paused, "Your mom and brother."

I shook my head and continued to my room, "This is never going to work."

"Yeah, it will," I threw her a look over my shoulder. "I've not had any visions, but I've had feelings."

"You've had feelings before, remember?" I asked. "I nearly died from the last one."

"Nearly being the key word," she said as I opened the door and closed it before she could retaliate any further.

I placed Fear on my bed before changing to join her.

I thought of Bree and her scheme to make me head of the pack. Nathan was not my father's son. Bree was first born, but being female was her down fall. She would have made a better leader than I.

I pulled Fear closer to me and drifted off toward oblivion. Bree knew wolf politics far better than I.

AN: Sorry for any errors. Thank you for reading. Special thanks to those who review. You know who you are.

Sorry this chapter is short. That's all my muse would tell me about Chris at this time.