Chapter 7: Chapter Seven

"Are you okay?" Damien asked me when I finally came out of the bathroom.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I said as I held the towel tighter, feeling embarrassed. Even though I knew if he wanted to take off my towel, there was nothing I would be able to do about it.

"Because your heart was pounding nearly the entire time."

"I had a lot on my mind." I said, turning my head away, so he couldn't see my blush.

"I'll wait outside as you ready." He said as he walked out of my room.

I looked in the mirror and straightened my outfit, the outfit he picked out for me was a white blouse, and a short black box-pleated skirt. I looked at my reflection, and barely noticed myself. My long wavy hair fell to my hips, my green eyes stood out against the black of my hair. I looked... beautiful. I knew I was attractive, but in the outfit I looked less like a beautiful child, and more like a beautiful woman. I decided to match my outfit with a pair of black lace up over the knee-high boots.

After double checking my reflection, I opened my bedroom door to find Damien leaning against the wall, opposite of my bedroom door, waiting for me. When his eyes fell on the space between my boots, and my skirt, I saw his eyes flash blood-red.

He took in my appearance from head to toe slowly, so slowly I started to squirm under his gaze.

"Kitten, you are gorgeous." Damien finally sad, quietly as he closed the gap between us, pulling me against him.

"Can we go now?" I asked him, looking down at the ground, afraid of looking into his eyes. I knew what I would see, and I was afraid that I would unwillingly tempt him into locking us in my bedroom for the rest of the day.

He chuckled and led me to his blacked out Ashton Martin, opening the passenger door for me. Once we were both seated inside, I looked out the window and let my mind wander again. I began imaging again when he would take me home, the things he would do to me. It wasn't until I felt his soul-burning gaze on me that I pulled myself out of my thoughts, and looked over at him.

"What are you thinking about, kitten?" He asked me with a smirk. He somehow knew what I was thinking about, and he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Nothing." I said quickly, putting my hands on my lap and squeezing my legs closed.

"I recall you saying you would stop lying about your feelings to me." He stated as he continued to glare at me.

"You said I won't be able to deny you once I live with you. Does that mean you're going to rape me?" I asked, changing the subject as quickly as I can. I felt bad once I saw him flinch when I used the word 'rape' but it was too late to take back what I said. After the flinch, I wanted to apologize and beg him to forgive me, but before I could say anything, he spoke:

"No, Bast. You misunderstood me. I know you want me, but you won't admit it to yourself. If you undoubtedly do not wish to have me, then I will not force you. I told you, I'll wait eighteen more years until you accept me, if that is what it takes, and I meant that. But if you want me, and tell me you don't, just to play with my feelings... The decision will be taken out of your hands." he said as he looked back at the road, his face was back to emotionless. I'd really crossed the line now, and I knew it. I shouldn't have said what I did, and I really did regret it the second I'd said it.

"I'm sorry, Damien, I didn't mean that."

"Yes, you did." He snapped back at me.

Before I could say anything more, we arrived at his office. It was a giant amongst every other building in the plaza, at least fifty stories high, with a big sign reading "Edge Consultancy" on the front.

"Do you own this building?" I asked him as I stepped out of the car. He'd opened the door for me, but didn't take my hand as we walked inside. I hated when he held my hand, but I knew he was extremely pissed when he didn't.

"Yes." He said as we approached the elevator, and waited for me to enter as he pushed the top button out of two on the console. It must be a private elevator, seeing as it only had the top and bottom floor options. He didn't say anything more until we entered his office, when he told me to sit at the small desk next to his.

His desk was made of beautiful California redwood, and stood tall and strong. Once he sat at the desk, it looked small and frail with him behind it. My desk was much smaller, but made out of the same materials. Once he sat, he started looking through a stack of paperwork, and typing into his laptop. His long slender fingers flew over the keyboard so quickly, my eyes couldn't keep up.

There was a brand-new laptop placed on my desk, as well as a pad of paper and a pen. He spent a lot of money, and time having someone put this together just since last night. Upon seeing what he'd done for me, I felt so much worse about what I said to him. I knew buying me a brand-new laptop and expensive desk was nothing to him, but the thought behind it is what touched me. He was excited for me to spend real time with him, and it showed. But I went and fucked everything up by acting like an immature bitch.

I opened my laptop and started and instant message conversation with my best friend, Valerie. She was the only one who knew everything about me, including Damien. The only thing she didn't know, is that Damien is a vampire. I couldn't tell her that no matter how much I wanted to.

'Val, I fucked up.' I sent to her.

'Why? What's wrong?' she responded immediately. I knew she would be online, it's a weekend after all.

'I said something bad and now he's upset.'

'You managed to upset Damien Edge?? Tell. Me. Everything!' was her response. So I told her everything, from when he first came to my house, until I started the conversation with her. Omitting the fact that he killed Jacob, of course. I just told her that he made him leave.

'Bast, even I have to admit, saying rape was definitely crossing the line, I'm sorry if you hate me for siding with him on that.'

'No I don't hate you, I agree. That's why I feel like shit, because I said it without thinking about it.'

'Make it up to him.' was her response.

'Well no shit, Val. But how?'

'Lock the door and break in your new desk. He can afford a new one, I mean nearly twenty years without sex, you know he will literally break in that desk' she sent back with a couple of winking emojis.

I gasped aloud, alerting Damien as he stopped typing and looked up at me with a quizzical look.

"Sorry, Val said something surprising." I said to him. He nodded and went back to typing, without a word. Damien knew of Valerie, he'd actually met her before, about a year ago. Every six months, Damien would come to see me, to see if my parents had broken their promise, and tried to harm me in any way.

After a few times of him coming to check on me, I finally asked him why. "Are you like a vampire guardian angel? Why do you come and check on me every six months?"

He responded with: "The night I made the deal with your parents, your father tried to sell you for one night. And when I told him I wanted you for good, he threatened to poison you. I keep a constant watch on you, but I have to make sure those scum don't kill you before I can have you."

He told me this as he drove me home from school. When we arrived back at the house, he spoke again: "Bast, you need to be careful. They have already tried to sell you since I laid claim on you. The only reason I don't kill those worthless blood bags, is because you deserve to be raised by your real parents."