Chapter 15

+ NICK +

What had I done? I had almost convinced her to give this a chance, but not five minutes later, I proved that she was right, that we had to get rid of this thing immediately. I didn't know what got over me, but as she flirted with me, I knew that I wanted her. I wanted to feel her peachy skin under my hands, to taste those rose red lips, to make her truly mine. Had her emotions not stopped me, I would have carried on without a doubt. Even now, a good fifteen minutes after the whole thing I was still shaking with anticipation. I rubbed my eyes, hoping that all of this was just one fucking nightmare that I would wake up from.

I wanted to go back to our simple mock hate relationship when we lived to retort to each other's snide comments. Maybe I would have never kissed her, but at least we would't have to go through all this shit. Of course, maybe if I hadn't kissed her, she would have never accepted me to go with her to her mother's wedding and maybe Josh would have killed her. Maybe she and Solange would have slipped out together and got captured. All these maybes were making my head spin. Not to mention that Lucy's emotions of despair mixed with mine, and amplified my headache.

I got out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I needed blood. Now. Just my luck, there was Lucy, holding her head in her hands. "Would you just get away from me? We've caused enough damage today." She hissed at me, her cold words causing me to wince. We're bonded. How can she say such cruel words to me? That was my first reaction, but as I thought over her sentence, her voice broke at the end. She wasn't doing this because she really meant it, she was just trying to weaken it, trying to make me feel rejected so that It would be easier for us to ignore the bond.

"Look, who's grown a big head. I came down for some blood. And by the way, I think you're right." I said, trying to seem nonchalant when in reality I was trying hard not to meet her eyes or even inhale any of her scent. One whiff of her mouthwatering scent could make me forget everything and unleash the monster in me.

She looked dumbfounded. "About what?"

"We have to break the bond. We are two mature people so I'm sure that we can handle being around each other and suppress the bond, despite the urgency to tear each other's clothes' off." I stated as I pulled a bottle out of the fridge and put it in the microwave. I imputed the right settings and waited impatiently for the the beep.

"Nick, please understand that I'm doing this mostly for you. I don't even want your parents or brothers to know, except for Will of course. You have a bright future ahead of you. I would just tie you dow-"

I rolled my eyes. There she was again with the self-hating. "Just shut up, Lucy, you know you're only saying a bunch of bullshit. The only reason why I agreed with you was because I was afraid that if one day I lose control, I could kill you. And probably with the right guidance we could have gotten over that too. But you choose to make us go through a painful separation instead. Don't worry though, as soon as we find the antidote for this thing we'll no longer be parasites to each other and we can go back to hating each other."

I couldn't help but smirk, knowing that I had planted the seed of doubt in her mind. I was sure that it would be only a matter of time before she realised that this idea was stupid. I got the bottle out of the microwave and well, nothing new there. Much to my dismay, she nodded. "Perfect." she got a juice box out of the fridge and put the bendy straw in the hole. She bumped the juice box against my blood bottle as if we were toasting and drank. She looked adorable as she sucked on the straw. I looked away from her and instead focussed on draining the bottle dry.

I was about to rinse the bottle and try to get some sleep when her voice broke me. "You know, I don't hate you, Nick. I just strongly dislike you." she told me. My hand tightened around the bottle. I was exerting so much pressure on it that it broke in my hands, making a painful gash across my palm.

I cursed and held my hand and darted to the sink. I rinsed the wound, not really sure if this would help at all, but I guess it would at least get the glass fragments out of my hands. "What did you do! Come on, let me see." Lucy fussed from behind me, and against my will, took my hand in hers. "Just a sec." she said as she hurried somewhere past the corridor. A few minutes later she had returned with a pair of tweezers and a bandage in her hands. She opened the blinds, making me squint. I hated the sun in the morning. The rays felt as if they were trying to ignite me, soon my temperature would rise and it would feel as if my blood was boiling. Soon my skin would start blistering. Believe me, it wasn't a pretty sight and it was painful as hell, or so I've been told, but I took their word for it.

"Lucy, the light's a little bit strong. It'll heal on it's own, don't worry." I said to reassure her. But she wasn't an idiot and she was also one of the most stubborn people I knew. "It will not heal properly with the glass in it. It will only take a second, then you can go suck it up in a dark corner or something." Before I could protest further, she took my hand in her once more. The look of pure concentration on her face was quite amusing when you consider that usually she had a very short attention span. She was biting her tongue, and I couldn't restrain the chuckles. They stopped when she stomped on my foot. "Stop moving you bloody idiot. And I mean it literally, who the hell breaks a glass bottle in their hands? I'll have to tell Helena to invest in cheaper, safer plastic bottles." she grumbled beneath her breath. "There, I got you, you little sucker." She muttered as she removed the last bit of glass.

Blood has started flowing through the wound once more and she had also stained her hands in the process. I mumbled a stiff 'Thanks' and she returned it with a nod. She examined my hand for the last time before covering it up in gauze. "So much blood." she whispered, as if she was stuck in her own trans. I looked questioningly at her but she didn't even notice. Instead she ran her finger along the edges of the wound staining further her hands with my thick red blood.

"What are you doing?" I finally asked her. But she didn't answer, she didn't even look up. She just stared at her finger as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Slowly, she put her finger to her lips and licked the blood off of it. I stared at her, feeling bewildered beyond compare. I knew that to humans our blood tasted good, but I'd never thought that she would ever want more of it after she was stabbed. It was the blood that got us into this in the first place, after all. Just as I was to make her step away from me, she licked across my hand. Her hot tongue sent surges of pleasure tingling across my skin.I pushed her against the fridge and nipped at her neck, which was bent at the perfect angle for me to sink my teeth in. I played it cool at first, teasing and playing with her soft skin, enjoying the way my teeth grazed against her skin. She moaned and arched her body towards mine. There was nothing between us now except clothes and friction.

I wanted to bite her. SHe wanted me too, I knew it. My canines elongated and became unnaturally sharp. Just a little puncture would draw enough blood for me to satisfy my cravings. Her blood was glorious, and all I wanted right now was to taste it.

"Nick, Lucy?" a bewildered voice asked from behind us.

Shit. We were in so much trouble.

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