Chapter 3: Silent memories

Raven had locked herself in the room she was given. She was thankful for the fact that she did get her own room, not wanting to share his bed. That was most likely the last thing she would do now. I hate you, she thought, if I could I would have killed you by now. And she would, had it not been for the bond they now had.

Raven looked at the red gem he had thrown at her, it was comunication she knew that. Throwing it across the room she shouted. "Fuck you!"

The room was black paneled with red tapestry painted with black thorns. The bed was just like Jason's, huge circular. There was a dresser by one of the walls, they had nothing in them since everything she owned was left at home. Her home.

She wanted to hate her family for putting themselves in danger like that, she had told them over and over never to follow her out after nightfall. But she loved them. She couldn't deny that. She killed herself wanting them to live, and she would do it again if it meant they were safe.

Raven sighed in exhaustion before falling down to the bed, face down. Her mind had worn itself out by her anger and fear. She closed her eyes and relaxed, a little nap wouldn't hurt too much.

Jason watched her as she fell asleep, standing in the shadows of her room. He walked out when he knew she was gone. He didn't smile, he frowned. This was all he wanted, to have her here with him, yet it felt strange. Not by the fact that she hated him or that she most likely would try to kill him with every chance she got. It was the fact that it didn't hurt anymore, he had been alone for so many years and now, to have someone sleep in just a few doors down the hall from him. It was a strange feeling, it filled him with life.

Jason looked at the now broken amulet, he didn't blame her for breaking it. Picking up the pieces he placed them in his pocket to be fixed later. He looked back at Raven, she'd fallen asleep on top of the covers, which gave the vampire an idea. He grabbed one of the black extra blankets next to the bed, gently unfolding it and placing it over the hunter.

He settled down next to her on the bed, he felt like a creep watching her but he couldn't help it. She was beautiful, he had noticed it before, but seeing her so peaceful was so different. Jason was so used to see her angry, frustrated, and enraged, that was because they were always fighting. Sure he could have gone into her room before and watched her sleep, but that was her territory, she would have been sure to kill him.

Some of her hair fell in front of her face blocking his view, he frowned at it before as gentle as he could, lifted it behind her ear. She stirred a little before falling back into her slumber. Jason couldn't help but smile as her nose wrinkled like a cat. She was cute.

Jason shook his head and stood from the bed. He took one last glance at her before walking out the door, leaving it slightly open like a parent would to a small child.

"What am I thinking? I just used the word 'cute' on her!?" Jason held his head with his hands as he walked. He did want Raven around, he just didn't think she would agree that easily. He liked that he had so much power over her, if made him feel better, but he wanted her to feel good too. Threatening her family may or may not have been such a good idea.

If anything, he wanted her to be his, to own her, to just be able to hold her and think 'This is mine'. It would sertanty become his goal but he doubted it would happen. Ever. Maybe. Maybe if he was lucky.

Crashing into a wall brought the boy back, he'd walked straight into it, imagining everything he could do to Raven when she loved him. A part of Jason knew that he should be hating her too, but it was just so fun teasing and being cocky around her. Seeing her ticked off or angry was just pure joy to him. And it didn't help that she was beautiful, no that was a curse.

Jason walked into his bed chamber rubbing his nose. "Fuck." He cursed low. He looked over at a clock. It was almost sunrise, he knew that she would walk around the castle when she woke up, he didn't doubt it. But for her and his safety he'd have to be close. Laying down in bed he thought: Just until sunrise.

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This was a long time ago, he remembered this. The first time he meet the little bird. She was thirteen at the time and was surprisingly fast and strong for her age and size. Her being almost half his size, but she used it well. She even managed to land a few blows and cuts, it was a moment when Jason thought he'd have to flee, but he someone got her off her feet.

She fell back on the cold grass floor, which gave Jason enough time to get his footage. He looked over at her, she was shaking her head a little before she glared at Jason. She rose carefully, that's when he knew. She must have hit her head when she fell. Her steps were slightly uneven and her grip on her silver sword was slightly off as well as loose as if she were to just fall down any second. He knew it could happen too. And his proof was when a small trail of blood began to leak from under her hair.

Jason stiffened. Blood. His vision became slightly blurry, his fangs began to tear at the inside of his lips as his eyes watched the few red drops fall down her face, they trailed over her right eye. Jason wet his lips, the smell had hit him a long time ago and the lust to taste the blood of a hunter grew. His eyes narrowed, he wanted it.

He launched forward at her, she had noticed his lust and swung her sword in front of him. Being mid air didn't help Jason here, he barely dodged the tip of her sword as it swung into his shoulder. He cursed loudly before turning back to the hunter. She was panting and shaking, the tip of her sword lying slightly bloody on the ground. Jason growled at her, she was getting on his nerves.

He smirked when he saw that she didn't have any more power to lift, far from swing, the sword at him. Licking his lips he jumped at her. She didn't notice before the second it was too late. Jason landed on top of her bringing both to the ground. He pinned her down, holding her wrists under his hands and her thighs down with his knees. She struggled a little but the blood loss from her forehead was getting to her. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and she had grown weaker.

"Oh, giving up already, Little Bird?" He smirked.

She growled. "Not against you!" He heard the pant and exhaustion in her voice. She was tired, she was just too stubborn to admit it.

He leaned over her forehead and began to lick up the almost dried blood. He felt her tremble and struggle, but he held her firmly down. "Don't move." He whispered, she didn't stop. Jason licked up the last drops before jumping off. "Can't let you die now, won't be fun around without a hunter." He smirked before jumping into the closest shadow. He heard her curse at him, which only fueled his desire to pick on her.

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Short chapter!