Chapter 14 The Mysterious Mark
The Mysterious Mark
Dylan’s POV
I woke up as the morning sun hit me on the face. I opened my eyes and walked towards the window. It was a beautiful and bright morning and I was there, enjoying the vitamin D.
After a while, I walked away from the window and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulders. My head was the worst of it, I felt a specific pressure behind my eyes that probably came from me drinking past the point where my body could take. I lay still for a minute, staring at the ceiling, piecing the night together in the most uncomfortable way because I kept trying to remember something.
I remembered Calen’s voice, the way he told me to stop pushing him while he walked me home. Everything that happened the night before came flashing back in my mind all at once.
I pushed myself up and went to the bathroom. I ran cold water over my face and stood there dripping, and then I looked up at the mirror and what I saw shocked me… A mark was near the curve where my neck met my shoulder, it was a small point that’s surrounded by bruising that had already deepened to a dark purple. This is unmistakable what I had seen in the files about vampire marks. Wait… did Liam bite me while I was drunk?
I stood there for a long time not knowing what to do, then, I picked up my phone and dialed his number. He answered immediately, like he had been waiting for me to call him.
“How are you..”
“Why did you bite me?” I cut him off.
He didn’t say anything for a while, I wondered if he was still there.
“Where are you?” He asked.
“At home, looking at my neck in the mirror and the disgusting bite on it.”
“Hold on, I’m coming over.”
“I didn’t invite you…”
He didn’t wait for me to finish, he ended the call.
“The hell…”
After about eleven minutes, I heard someone knocking on my door. I opened the door and he stepped inside holding a small nylon and looked at my neck with an expression that looked like guilt, but I couldn’t tell if it was guilt or something else.
“How much of my blood did you suck? You lured me to my house and fed off me, right?” I asked. I kept my voice low because I had decided that I was going to have this conversation like an adult despite my anger, I scoffed. “Did I make you lose control, is that why you did it?”
“I brought you a hangover soup, I heard it’s good.” He said.
“Why the fuck are you ignoring my question?!” I asked in anger.
“I didn’t lure you anywhere… You were barely standing on that street. I saw you and brought you home. You were the one who wouldn’t let me leave.”
I stared at him. “What? Is that why you bit me?”
“You kept telling me to stay.” He held my gaze steadily, and that told me he was telling the truth. “Every time I walked toward the door you grabbed my arm. You were not in a state to be making decisions… But I did not do that to you, you did it yourself by mistake with your fingers.”
I sat down on the arm of the couch because all those memories started appearing in my mind. I even remembered telling him that I want him to make love to me while touching his cock. I closed my eyes in shame. What have you done, Dylan?! I screamed in my head. I was the one that took advantage of him in the first place.
I looked at the mark on my neck again in the reflection of the dark screen of my phone, it was actually my doing, not his.
“You still should have left,” I said, trying to cover up the embarrassment that washed over me.
“Yes, I should have… Here, have some.” He said and handed the nylon over to me.
I got a spoon and started eating. He sat across from me, he didn’t try to fill the silence and I couldn’t even make eye contact with him. The anger I had woken up with was already losing its edges and fading.
I thought about what I had said to him, that Vivian was better than him. I pressed my fingers against my eyes briefly.
“Well… did I say something I shouldn't have last night?” I asked while still not looking at him.
“You did, but it’s not a problem.” He said.
“I’m sorry, I… didn’t mean them.” I said and he nodded.
I continued eating and he started asking me random questions, from there we engaged in conversations like we were cool with each other. The tension that built up between us a few hour ago bled out and it was just the two of us.
Liam stayed in my house till afternoon. How we ended up cuddling on the couch while watching a movie was something I couldn’t explain, it just happened gradually. He was at one end of the couch and I was at the other, and then at some point we closed the distance between us and I was leaning on his shoulder and his arm was around me. He gently rubbed my arm, and I closed my eyes, letting myself relax into it.
This was the thing I hadn’t accounted for when I arrived at Frostbite. Not the mission going sideways, and this complicated relationship I’m having with someone I was sent to kill.
“I blocked your number. I just unblocked it this morning before calling,” I said.
“I know, I have tried to reach you countless times,” he said.
“That was childish of me”
“A little bit, but that makes you cute,” he said, and I could hear the almost-smile without seeing his face.
I laughed quietly and he pulled me slightly closer and we stayed like that while the movie played on.
Eventually I got up to shower, not because I was feeling hot but because I felt the urge to. My mind was getting dirty and my crotch was getting hard without my permission. The cold water ran over my body as I stood under the shower, letting it wash everything away. I stayed there longer than I needed to, one hand resting against my chest, trying to quiet my thoughts but they refused to go away. I rubbed from my shoulders down to my hard crotch, I didn’t have any business doing this but I couldn’t help it, I started rubbing it and taking in the pleasure while the water fell over me.
Suddenly, I heard my phone buzz from the bedroom and I pulled myself back to reality.
“Liam,” I called over the water. “Can you grab my phone?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I finished rinsing, turned the water off, and reached for my towel. I stood in the bathroom for a moment.
“Did you get it?” I called out but I didn’t get a response. I waited a few more seconds for him while drying my hair with a towel.
I called his name once more, but I heard nothing.