Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen

"Damien, please stop!" I cried out, trying to lift myself up, so I wouldn't have to take his savage thrusts as deep, but of course he just pulled me back down.

He was completely gone, his vampire nature was the only thing that remained. I had only seen Damien like this once before, and that is when I was fourteen and got my first boyfriend. I had brought him home, not knowing that Damien was there waiting. Being young and dumb, I didn't think it mattered if I had a boyfriend or not. I thought it was harmless, as long as I didn't have sex with him.

As soon as I told Damien that it was my boyfriend, his eyes went red, then slowly purple as he literally ripped the young boy limb from limb. Not caring in the slightest that he didn't deserve it. Later he explained to me that vampires have four states, all of which are marked by eye color. His normal blue, blood-red, purple, and gold. He told me that red is normal vampire color, and purple is when the vampire has lost all control over themselves.

He didn't explain what gold was, but he told me: "If you ever see my eyes turning gold, run as fast as you can, and do not stop."

Me being the curious person I am, I instigated further. "What if I don't run?"

"You will die, little one. It will not be a quick, nor will it be a painless death."

"What is the point in running if you can catch me in a second?"

"If you can run before I've completely lost it, you may stand a chance. Many will die. But if you heed my warning, you will not."

After he killed my first boyfriend, he started to grab me. The only reason I survived is because I bit him, hard.

I was yanked out of my thoughts as I remembered a thought that had run through my head: The only reason I wasn't killed, is because pain brought him back.

I opened my tightly closed eyes, to find that Damien's fangs were only inches from my throat, and closing in fast. If I couldn't act quickly, he would sink his fangs in, and I would be dead. I put my arm on the back of his head to steady myself as I leaned forward, and sank my teeth into his neck.

I winced as I felt his blood pour into my mouth, the horrible metallic taste made me want to gag.

I could tell when he snapped out of it, because he immediately pulled himself out of me and tried to get me to disengage from his neck.

"Oh fuck, Bast!" Damien called out as he quickly washed both of us, then turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me, then himself.

He tried again to get me to release him, but I couldn't. At first his blood tasted bad, awful. I couldn't spit it out, because I was afraid that if I released him, he would revert and hurt me again.

So I, against everything in me telling me not to, swallowed it.

But after the first wave, the taste of his blood changed. Rather than metallic and pungent, it became sweet and sensual.

I could feel my body healing from wounds I didn't notice were there, I felt stronger and like I'd just received a cure for every and any human sickness.

The taste of his blood erased all of my pain, and replaced it with arousal. Intense and immense arousal, that demanded to be acknowledged.

*'Oh my god. This is the cure Damien gave my mother for her cancer!'* I realized, after seeing how amazingly healthy I felt.

"Bast, Kitten, you need to stop drinking." Damien whispered to me, sitting on the bed with me still tightly clinging onto him. He put one arm around me, and the other he used to rub my back softly. I hated how he comforted me like I was a child.

"I know it's hard, I know how good it feels and how amazing you feel after drinking it. But please, you have to stop. I know you only did this because I lost control and nearly killed you, I hope you know how undeniably horrid I feel for that, truly. But you will die, if you do not stop."

I tried to stop drinking, but after the first wave of blood hit me, it became like an addiction. I didn't just want more, I needed it. I realized what Damien meant when he said my scent was like an addiction, he both wanted to have it, and destroy it.

I slowly made myself pull away, and wiped the blood off of my lips as I looked slowly up at him. I pushed myself out of his hold and went to the closet to get dressed. I decided to wear a red crop top, with a wine red short skirt. It wasn't as short as Dana's skirt, but was smaller than what my parents would allow me to wear. I pulled my long hair into a loose ponytail, and put on the same pair of boots I'd wore before. I took in my appearance quickly, then got angry when I realized I was back to looking like a child. When Damien picked my outfit I looked mature and gorgeous, but when I did it I still looked pretty, but young. I sighed heavily and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Once I was done, he tried to pull me into his arms, but I pushed him away and walked out of the room, then down the grand staircase. His car was already waiting at the bottom of the steps once I opened the doors to the mansion, so I got into the passenger seat and waited.

It was only seconds later that Damien came out of the mansion, wearing a three-piece suit, with a dark red tie that matched my skirt. If I wasn't so pissed off, I would have found it sexy that he matched his outfit with mine. After starting the car and driving towards the office, he tried to apologize to me.

"Bast, I'm sorry." He said softly, turning his head to look at me, his electric blue eyes soft and full of remorse. He put his hand on my lap, trying to hold onto my hands, but I pulled my hands to met chest defiantly.

I snorted and turned my head to watch out the window, ignoring him.

*'You're going to be sorry, Damien. Mark my fucking words.'* I thought, as he took his hand back and focused on driving.