7- Solaris

I'm dressed up in clothes of his choosing though they're large and comfortable, while we sit in an empty restaurant (the waiters and everyone else is here except actual people) with him sitting on the other side of the table.

He hasn't said a word to me ever since he told me to shower and change then flew us to Italy. Did I complain about it? No. I couldn't seem to. Not when my eyes kept going to the bulge on his pants. I know what an erection is, I do, I've heard about it but I've never seen it. Neither can I outrightly say that I've felt what happened earlier.

I think that's why I still feel so strange. It's hard for me to focus or feel things because my mind is always… empty, but I do feel with food. And with what I just realized today, when he feeds from me.

I eat the different foods on the table. I don't know what they are. He did all the ordering, while I stayed quiet and now, he's sipping from a cup with red liquid in it while going through his phone. I usually like peace and quiet, I do, but I can't stop going back to earlier today. I've never felt that before. I don't know what it is, but I like it.

I want it again.

"It's amusing how you have not looked at your food even once as you eat and yet, spilled nothing." His voice is soothing and calm, unlike his outburst earlier. He's hotter when he's upset but I'm not going to tell him. He looks away from his phone and turns to me. "Do you need something else, Miss Mont? More food?"

Yes. Him to feed on me again, but I can't say that. I'm not trying to encourage him. I did in the first place because I wanted him to go away. I hoped that maybe, he'd realize I'm not all that tasty and let me live my life quietly because it's HIS fault that there's a lot of noise in my life lately but now, I can't seem to want that.

Not that I care about him staying, but there was something… I don't know. My body has never felt more alive, or awake as when I was with him. When he fed from me. I like it. He's horrible but I like that.

"Will that be okay?" I see he's surprised that I talked, because I've been quiet ever since that incident but I don't care. I keep my eyes on the glass that he has on his hands.

"This?" He smiles, twirling the glass in his hand. "Scientifically, it should. It's been engineered to keep my kind fed for quite a while. Very expensive to acquire, and very rare to get in this perfect state—"

I slap the bottle out of his hand and the sound of it shattering echoes through the hall. He blinks, his red eyes shimmering for a few seconds before he chuckles, "That's the thing. I am fast, extraordinarily fast, but because I cannot predict what you do, I can't seem to stop you from doing it. It's maddening how I always get it wrong. I thought you were asking for me, not my glass."

"You're cheating," I hiss out.

"Oh?" He crosses his legs and tilts his head. "What could I possibly have done to warrant that accusation? I brought you here in the blink of an eye, I'm also giving you all you desire. I am keeping to my part of the deal."

I stand from my chair. He looks at me as I do so, he's watching me like he's expecting me to run so he can pin me down but I don't. Instead, I walk to him and cross my left leg over his thighs then sit on it. His eyes widen at the action but I don't care for that as I grab his collar, keeping my eyes on him. "You're cheating."

He stares and when he finally speaks, his voice comes out low. "How am I doing so then?"

"You're feeding yourself with something else that isn't me." I say. I'm not happy about it. It also feels very rude, like he brought another person to join us on our table. Not that I'd care but I'm sad because I'm good enough to be considered food and he's dethroning the title. I like being food. I like being eaten too. "That's not nice."

"You are crazy." He says this in a whisper and an affirmation. His red eyes go over my face, like he's searching for something but the more he does, the less he finds what he's looking for because his disbelief only grows. "Do you remember that I almost fed from you till you died?"

"I want to die."

"I do not want that." He says this in a hiss and momentarily, I feel like I stepped on a snake's tail but in a flash, his anger is gone as he's chuckling. "There must be something you want. I could take you anywhere in the world, give you anything. Diamonds. Islands. A country."

I frown. "I don't want that."

"See? I know you speak the truth, and I do not understand why." He says, "Why are your interests so limited? Did you never know you could want more? That you are allowed to be greedy? Many people would do anything to be given this position I present to you. No pet can claim to have been given any of the options I submit to you."

"Give it to them."

"It would become boring then," He licks his lower lip and I find myself staring at how red they look. Apple. I see apple. "That's the strange thing. Is it perhaps the fact that I have spent my entire life predicting every thing that the idea of you erupting my calculations is driving me insane? Just… Just tell me now. Make me feel right, at the very least. I can give you anything. What do you wish for?"

"Feed from me." I say, because all of his long sentences are hurting my brain and I want him not to talk. He thinks too much. Is that because he's old? Being old is sad. They're so many sad things about him.

"No."

"I want to." I rephrase, frowning even more. He's contradicting himself. I want this. He says I can have it. So I want it. "Do it."

"You do not want it. You think you do because— Because it feels good. That's how it always is. Feeding from humans elicits a… Euphoric sensation— What are you doing?"

My hands are moving to his pants. I want to see if it's still there, the bulge, so I don't answer him. I've never removed a belt before so it takes me… A while, but the second I do so, I'm suddenly pushed onto the table. The sounds of the plates crashing all to the floor echoes but I can't seem to care as he towers over my body.

He's chuckling but it's not a happy one. I can see his fangs glistening out as he looks down at me. "You should always answer a question when you are asked, Miss Mont."

"I want to see if it's gone away." I say. "Because mine isn't… Gone." I don't know what it is but there's a lot of… Liquid running down my thighs and it feels weird, but not bad weird. And I thought that if he's going through the same thing, then he'll understand.

"You think I don't know that?" He's angry, I can sense that. Why? I didn't do anything. "I can fucking smell you. I have been for hours. Even now, it's so potent I don't even know what the fuck to do. You should be terrified but you find this… Entertaining. You like this. Do you have any idea how demented you are?"

"I do." Because I've been told many times. I know. "You make it sound nice."

"Solaris." He says my name so quietly I almost don't hear him. "You make me want to hurt you so I can finally make you act the way I want you to but I know I would hate myself if I do, and these things… They are contradictory. I can't—"

"Feed from me." I say, "And I will do everything you want. Everything. Does that sound better now?"