Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Nine

I spent a long time under the water, not caring how long I spent in the shower. I'd already stopped crying, but now I felt numb. Damien was mad at me for the foreseeable future, so does it really matter anyways? After a while of sitting there, I decided to stand and wash.

"Misses Bast, are you okay?" Sam called from outside the door.

I was startled by the sudden interruption to my otherwise quiet environment, causing me to jump, and fall in the tub with a loud thud as my head hit the back of the shower. I thought I'd run out of tears to cry, but I was wrong as I began crying again, holding the back of my head in pain.

"Lu-" Sam had begun to call out, but stopped as Damien was already rushing into the bathroom to help me.

"Oh kitten, how are you so prone to accident?" Damien chuckled against my hair as he wrapped a towel around me, and carried me out of the shower and back to my bed.

"I don't know." I grumbled, upset with myself for what just happened. How does a seventeen-year-old manage to hurt themselves as much as I do?

Damien checked the back of my head, and after deciding I would be fine, he left the room again to allow me to dress. After I had finished dressing, I walked downstairs into the kitchen where Damien and Sam were seated, waiting for me. I slowly walked to the table and sat between the two of them, who were looking at me with somber expressions.

"Why were you downstairs?" Damien asked me after I sat down, his eyes baring into me.

"I was just looking around the house Damien, I swear." I said quickly, looking down at my lap. I felt like Damien and Sam were going to kill me if I gave the wrong answer. But I knew they wouldn't actually kill me... Would they?

"Did Sinclair say anything to you?"

"Who?" I asked quizzically.

"He couldn't have said anything if she doesn't even know his name." Sam responded, looking relieved.

Damien nodded to Sam in agreement, looking equally relieved. "Bast, that is the one place in this house you are not allowed to go. Do not go down there again."

"What am I, a child?" I mumbled under my breath as I rolled my eyes.

"Precisely." Damien retorted as he and Sam stood. "Do you understand?"

"Fine." I snapped as I tried hard not to cause another fight by saying something untoward.

Damien gave me a quick peck on my forehead, then walked out of the house with Sam behind him. I heard a lock sliding into place before I heard the engines driving further away as they left.

"Just had to lock me back in, didn't you?" I said to no one as I went to the cabinets to find something to eat. I looked around through the fridge, and found a drawer that had bags of blood stored in. There was about a dozen O-negative bags there, making my body tense as I saw them. Why did Damien have a dozen bags of blood, in my blood type? As I looked at the blood, I thought about that man in the basement. Sinclair, who hasn't eaten in years. I shook my head of the idea and closed the drawer, then proceeded to make myself a sandwich.

As I was eating, all I could think about was that poor man who was only alive due to his inability to die. Thirty years without any blood, or access to a shower. By the time I'd finished with my sandwich, I decided I would bring him a glass of blood. I mean, one glass, who would it hurt? Hopefully not me.

I opened one of the bags of blood and poured it into a mug, then put it in the microwave for about thirty seconds. I couldn't imagine cold blood would taste very well. I started to walk out of the kitchen, but decided to make him a sandwich as well. I know vampires dont need to eat, but maybe he would enjoy having some human food.

I walked slowly down the stairs, careful not to let any of the blood spill as I turned the flashlight on my phone on. I set down the tray and stood a comfortable distance from the cage as I moved my flashlight around. "Sinclair?" I called out softly, willing myself not to scream again when I saw him.

"You came back!" He said as he walked into my sight, his golden eyes flashing to the tray I'd brought. "Does my sense of smell deceive me?" He whispered as his eyes landed on the mug, flickering with hope.

"No, I brought you something. Please go against the wall, and don't move. I want to give this to you, but..." I trailed off as I picked the tray up again and waited.

"Of course, I will not do anything unbecoming." He said as he put his hands up and backed up until he met the wall and waited, patiently. He noticed my uneasiness as I looked at him, so he closed his eyes.

I watched him for a few moments before I decided it was safe. I slowly set the mug inside the cage, and backed away quickly. I thought about the promise I'd made Damien, but waved it away as I sat a few feet in front of the cage and waited for Sinclair to open his eyes.

"You are such a kind little human." Sinclair said as he graciously took the mug and drank the blood slowly, savoring every sip of it. I thought he would gulp it down, but understood that he would rather savor it. After so long without blood, and without knowing how long it would be until he received more, it made sense that he would prefer to savor the taste. "I heard you scream when Lucifer came and took you away. Did he hurt you?" Sinclair asked after drinking half of the mug.

"No, he didn't." I lied quickly, looking down at the ground.

"I'm sorry you were hurt because of me, little girl. I thank you for risking yourself to bring me sustenance, I just hope you aren't punished for it." He said, his husky voice soft as he spoke.

"Why do you care?"

"Because I fear you fell for Lucifer's facade. You would not be the first, and you will not be the last. I've known Damien since he was a human, even in his human years he was two faced. It only became worse when he was turned."