Sweet Surrender

Chapter Two:

Two weeks later of being incredibly uncomfortable in the scandalous attire she'd chosen to wear and he still hadn't given in. There weren't even any signs of him breaking down. It couldn't be that he didn't want her, though she supposed sometimes the soul mate link could be too much. She'd notice that he'd been shutting down his thoughts to her lately too, blocking her, especially at night. Her new slutty clothes weren't cutting it, she needed to be bolder with her advances, but being new to this herself she had no clue what to do, so she enlisted the help of Red Delicious.

Today was the day she'd take it a step further. She'd chosen her outfit carefully, going for cute simplicity seeing as he seemed to have more of a response to that, with another very short black cotton skirt, a white tee, and bare feet with a peach polish on her toe nails. She glanced in the mirror quickly, making sure the clear gloss on her lips wasn't all over and that her mascara wasn't smudged.

Earlier that day she double checked that Nielson had remembered the Red Delicious apples she'd requested when he'd gone grocery shopping yesterday and of course that the knife she was going to use to slice into the juicy fruit was sharp enough to cut through her skin. It was going to work out perfectly. She'd grab the apple and accidently slice into her pointer finger before Delos could have his blood fix.

It wasn't that she wanted to hurt herself, but she needed something to get his attention, since these past two weeks seemed to have caused Delos to withdraw even more from her, and then she'd go in for the kill.

Delos had a schedule of when he drank his blood and when he didn't, of course Maggie had it memorized, and today would be the day. He would be hungry tonight. With the extra oomph of the soul mate link and the fact that everyone had gone out because of this new Night World night club, she was hoping for her desired result.

Maggie wanted him wild, not deadly or anything, but Delos had this unshakeable control with her, ever since the incident with her brother and their escape, like he thought she'd break. If there was a book on how to treat your soul mate like a china doll he'd follow it. She needed to feel that he loved her, that he wanted her, she knew that he did, from before, when he allowed her in his mind, but knowing and feeling are two different things. Sometimes you needed to be told, but other times you needed to be showed just how important you are.

It wasn't just that. Let's just state the obvious, she was horny, and having an exotic god like of a man with a perfect face, a perfect body, prefect everything really, was delicious delightful, but incredibly hard to keep any sort of distance.

She took a deep breath and glanced at her watch. "Five minutes," she mumbled, turning to exit her room.

Maggie quickly shut the door and galloped down the steps towards the kitchen seeing Delos leaning over the counter with an empty, but clean glass.

He's early! Her thoughts screamed only slightly panicked.

Though his back was to her she knew being a vampire made his senses heightened. Sneaking up on him was out of the question, but hugging his sexy back to her breasts wouldn't be expected and it would be enough to calm her rabidly beating heart. She sauntered forward, sliding her arms around his waist tightly in a hug and leaning into him at the same time. She placed a kiss at the juncture where his jaw met his neck before snuggling down further into her embrace of him.

"Hey," she whispered.

He gave her a sexy smirk before answering. "Hey. I'm about to eat," he informed her.

Delos bowed his head, looking at the still empty glass on the counter top. He needed blood and soon. The lubdub lubdub sound of her heart beating and the whooshing sound of her blood circulating throughout her body were making him shake. The feel of her soft, small pert breasts smashed against his back weren't helping either. Her delicately sexy body so close was making him feel like he needed more than just blood too and that was a huge problem.

Maggie refused to leave the kitchen. Delos didn't really like her watching him drink blood and most of the time she respected that, but today was different. She pulled away, grinning widely at the bowl full of apples so red they practically sparkled. She opened the utensil draw, grabbing the new knife Nelson had purchased for her, the one she'd told him to put off to the side. She plucked the apple out of the bowl and with the knife in her hand she turned towards the counter, putting herself directly in front of Delos. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her.

"What?" she asked as he continued to stare at her. "I'm hungry too. I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Then you should probably eat more than an apple," he commented casually.

She shrugged. "I'm starving though. I don't want to over eat. I need to eat something healthy before I go for something unhealthy."

He nodded, but didn't move to get his blood out of the refrigerator. Slowly she took a deep breath and pushed the knife into the apple, hearing the crunch and squirt of juices as the tool slid smoothly through. It was incredibly sharp so she only had to go just a little quicker, unfortunately the knife changed directions and instead of nicking her finger she sliced through her palm, directly under thumb. The shock of the pain startled a gasp from her and she dropped the apple.

"Damn it," she cried out, as the blood over flowed and slide down her wrists.

She glanced up at him just in time to see his silver eyes clamp shut. He must have stopped his breathing because she no longer saw his chest rise and fall. His hands had clenched so tightly onto the counter that it cracked, crunching white powder on him.

"Delos?" she whispered.

With his vampire speed he ran to the fridge. She thought he was pulling out the blood so he could quickly drink, but he'd grabbed a carton of orange juice.

"What are you doing?"

He opened the juice and was in front of her within seconds spilling the entire contents of the orange drink all over her. She screamed in outrage as the cool liquid went through her hair and seeped into her top.

"What the hell?"

He growled, trembling noticeably with restraint as he reached for her wrist and licked the cut a few times so that it would close up. He didn't even suck up the excess blood that had been dripping down her wrist. He pulled away the minute the wound was closed then went back, this time yanking out three pints of blood. Not even bothering to put it into the glass he'd gotten earlier, he ripped open the bag with his teeth, sucking down the contents.

"Why would you throw orange juice all over me?" she asked, not bothering to brush at the tears streaming down her face.

He didn't answer until he finished the first bag. "Sometimes the sweet smell of juice can dull the smell of blood. For me at least, not all the time, we're very lucky someone just went to the blood bank. Your blood is so sweetly scented I almost pounced on you."

"You could've. I told you could bite me."

He glared at her, before ripping into the second bag.

She felt the defeat swimming in her soul and she tried to push it aside, but the coldness of the sticky juice was too much. She let out a sob and quickly ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs towards her room, ignoring his call to her. She slammed her door and tore her clothes off finally letting the weeks of rejection fill her.

Going into the bathroom to turn on the shower she knew she'd be thankful later that no one was there to hear her cry so loudly.

To be continued…