After six agonizingly long days, Amy regains her strength. She never did leave the house, and neither did Raphael. She was under his constant attention, which she didn't seem to mind this time. Even though she hadn't noticed any more blood loss, he still wouldn't leave her alone.
She loved the attention, but hated when it came with her monthly bleeding. She knew he preferred her blood over anyone else's, ironic as it may be, and even though he refused to take it unless she was already injured, she loved that he was so affectionate toward her blood.
Which is why she had a secret ritual that only she knew of. Raphael would never find out unless he transformed her back, or if she died. Of course, she lied to Raphael because she didn't want him to know about it. At least not right away.
What she always told him was that she needed to work off all the energy she couldn't work off while she was bleeding. Which was true, but not her primary reason for leaving.
"I'll come with you," he says this time, catching the secretive girl off guard.
"I kind of want to go alone," she returns without an explanation.
"But you always go alone, sweetheart. Let me go with you this time," he insists, and notices her hands behind her back when she doesn't respond. "What are you holding?"
"Nothing." Not convinced by the girl's answer, he swiftly jerks both of her arms in front of her and watches a knife fall to the ground between them.
"A knife?" he questions, suddenly showing something resembling anger in his tone. "Tell me what you plan on doing with that!"
"I can't tell you that. I'm sorry," she apologizes, walking away from Raphael, but he grabs her by the wrists and holds them in place behind her back. "Let me go!"
"No!" he argues, gripping both of her wrists in his right hand as the dominant one reaches across her flat belly, hidden underneath her black lacey dress. "Not until you tell me why you were planning on leaving with that knife!"
"I'll tell you if you let go of me."
"Again with the lies, Amy? Are you sure you're even well enough to go out on your own?"
"I'm fine," she says, irritated, but no longer trying to escape his grasp.
"You have the energy? You're done bleeding?" he continues his concern for Amy. Embarrassed once again, she grunts and does not respond in any other way.
"Maybe I should double check," his voice reaches her ear from behind. Before Amy can say a single word, his hand reaches the inner side of her left thigh, forcing it away from its counterpart, and he brings himself back up to her pantyline before making his entrance.
She feels her heart almost ready to explode in secret excitement as his long middle finger slides further inside her, slowly. Now she starts to panic internally but shows no signs of it. Realizing she exposes not just her body but also her feelings, she begins breathing heavily as Raphael explores the inside of her body. He would soon know the secret she had been hiding for years, but never could put the right words together.
She wants him.
"What's this?" he remarks, feeling the warm wetness between her legs. His finger slides out, taking with it a thick coating of her bodily fluid that isn't blood. Tempted by the sweet smell, he leans his face over Amy's shoulder, brings his hand up to it, and licks the fluid off his finger. "Mm... even better than blood."