'Stupid werewolf,' Usha whispered to herself as she carefully and silently rolled out and away from Caleb's arm, and then she used her new strength and sunk her fangs deep into her shoulder, chewing and biting until the left and the right arm had disappeared. The pain barely registered at the thought of freedom so close in her grasp, but she had clearly forgotten one important fact. He may be a stupid werewolf, but he was her stupid werewolf, they were mated and he felt everything that she felt, and as it was he began to moan in pain.
'Usha?' He asked confused and she shushed him, covering his mouth with hers and kissing him passionately, whilst at the same time taking his blood. And as she fed from him, her fangs beginning to throb, echoing that in her core, she found that the satisfaction of the taste of the blood, the warmth of his blood and the pain of her bite, were so excruciatingly orgasmic that she cared not. Whoa, she had definitely thought it would have been different because she was biting him and taking his blood, because they were supposed to be two halves of the same soul. But it wasn't, no that wasn't worse, no it was...so much better.
'Caleb,' she moaned between the drags of the delicacy which was his blood. And it was odd, the more blood she ingested the faster her arms healed, and before she knew what had happened they were back and the pain was gone from them. Just as she had planned.
'Usha why?' Caleb asked as she pulled away from him, beginning to turn from him. He seemed to have noticed the fact that her arms were free of their magical restraints as well as the rope that had bound her, and she realised for the first time that, with Belle unconscious her magic would have been affected. With that fact she realised that she could feel the lift of the magic; that she had for a while now. The only thing keeping her from realising it was the conversation she'd been having with Caleb, her mate the passion and care she had momentarily felt when she was in his arms. The sense of rightness, something she had never before felt. And as she thought back on it she mentally cursed Fate.
'Why, Caleb I was entirely weak and running out of blood, so of course I took yours,' Usha said as though it was obvious and when she watched him crumble down to the floor weak as she was, she realised that the blood she had taken from him kept her from doing the very same thing. So she could take his blood, weaken him but remain strong? Well why hadn't she thought of that before? If she had just taken his blood the moment they had met and drained him a little she would have been able to escape from him, call her father or even lock him in the dungeons, along with her used to be best friend.
'How could you?' He asked and she sneered at that before walking away. Shouldn't he have expected that from her, after all he was the one who had called her evil, by nature, by birth, by breed, wasn't he? He was the one who knew sooo much about the vampire breed that he knew for a fact that they were all evil. And as she sarcastically thought about that, she wondered if he had ever even met a vampire. He must have met a very bad one to think that they could all be so evil.
'Because I am as evil as you claim me to be Caleb,' Usha admitted and he looked up at her with such a hopeless look of betrayal that she just could not hide the laughter that threatened to escape from her mouth. Seriously the werewolf had trusted her? He had believed that she had wanted him last night, had believed her when she'd put on the Little Red act, the one she knew he wanted to see, to have. He didn't want or even like Usha, just like her father never wanted Red.
'No you're not Usha, I was wrong to say that, I saw the difference between evil and good vampire last night. You were the girl I knew you to be, you weren't Usha last night, and you were the girl I fell in love with as a young wolf you were the girl I knew had to be mine, but hadn't reached the right age to know for sure. Last night was the way I had always wanted to fall asleep with you, in my arms, beneath the stars. You didn't have any thought of betraying me when you slept in my arms,' Caleb said and she snorted. She'd slept?
'Wanna know a secret about vampires?' Usha asked and when he nodded eagerly she continued. 'We vampires don't sleep at night, we like to hunt, to feast, to drink from our prey. We do not need sleep,' she emphasised and turned her back on him. 'Now I'm leaving before the sun rises and I turn to dust because believe it or not I am a vampire and cannot be out in the sun unlike you.' Usha was becoming bored with this conversation and decided to take off, transforming into a bat and flying off into the night, somewhere close, somewhere the two of them would not look for her. And somewhere she would get her revenge.