When she finally got herself under control, she tried to rise, only to fall back down, her vision filled with black dots.
Blood loss.
She laid still on her back for a second, until her vision was clear again. Then she slowly gave it another try.
This time she was able to keep standing, but she felt cold and tired.
She went over to the sink and splashed a bit water on her face. Then she cleaned up the trickles of blood running from the bitemark on her neck. She sighed. She couldn't stay in here forever. And like hell if he thought she was hiding out.
Unlocking the door, she went back to the kitchen. She took out the garbage bag and placed it by the door, since she apparently wasn't allowed to leave the house. Then she went back again to write a list of groceries. It took her a thorough search of both kitchen and living room before she found pen and paper.
She started writing down. When she was finished she had a quite long list, she was just about to place it on the table in the living room, when she spontaneously wrote down a last entry.
Then she left it there and started cleaning the room.
Still dizzy and a bit nauseated, she had to take a rest every ten minutes or so, her head quickly starting to spin. But she slowly made progress.
She was just about to sit down a last time, when Yuki and Damon entered the room.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked looking at the two vampires.
"I would love to," Yuki quickly answered showing a bit of fang.
Oh fuck.
"I was talking about scotch, if you want anything else, you'll have to discuss it with Damon." She kept her face straight, letting no feelings show. But on the inside she was in turmoil. What if Damon let him? It was one thing to let Damon drink of her, but she wouldn't, no she couldn't let that guy, Yuki, bite her.
Oh, please, please say no!
"No." She quickly glanced at him. For a split second their eyes met. She thought she saw a tiny nod, but it could just as well have been her mind playing tricks on her. She was still feeling a bit dizzy.
"Some scotch would be fine."
She hurried off to the kitchen getting two glasses. When she returned they were sitting in the couch by the table. Yuki had picked up her grocery list. He looked at it sporadically while talking softly with Damon, then suddenly he burst out laughing. Damon leaned over to see.
He raised his eyebrows when he read her last entry.
"Seriously girl? Garlic?" Damon's voice had an edge to it, but his features were relaxed, and he didn't seem genuinely upset.
"You know, garlic, silver, crosses and so one, is a joke and a myth."
Kirya shrugged.
"For all I know that same fact applies for vampires as well," she mumbled under her breath. Hearing her Yuki burst out in laughter again.
Trying to ignore the fact that she was made a joke of, she went over and placed the glasses on the table, and poured the scotch.
"Hey, why don't you have one as well?" Yuki said, gesturing at the bottle.
"I don't think I should drink at work," she answered politely, not mentioning the fact, that she had done just that the day before, including Damon's blood. Somehow she didn't think that was something Yuki needed to know.
"Go sleep somewhere, girl. I don't need you anymore tonight." She nodded thankfully. Her head was making her crazy, and she was in no mood to talk with the energetic Yuki, much less get drunk with him.
She left the bottle at the table and left the two vampires.
She really was tired, she looked out one of the few windows in apartment. The sun was just setting, it couldn't be much more than 7 o'clock, but she felt tired to the bone.
I really don't hope he's gonna feed off me every day.
She hesitated for a few seconds in the hallway. Damon hadn't defined where exactly she should sleep, and she didn't really look forward to another night in the bathroom. She chose to take the couch in the office, even though she got the chills when she was reminded of earlier.
For a second she considered finding another room, but she didn't want to risk taking Damon's bedroom if he even had one.
She laid down on the couch, almost sleeping before her head hit the cushions. The last thought she had, was:
Why does he keep calling me girl? I do have a name...
Then she slept.