Chapter 7: 6- Theon

Someone has upset her. I can see her pout from where I stand and my first reaction is to kill everything in my line of sight before I get to her. She only frowns when something doesn't go her way and I know that the people who dared not give her what she wants deserves death.

Solaris Mont is not the type to piss easily, I know this, and even when it does happen, it doesn't stay long, but hers feels like it has been there for a while. I say nothing as I put my hands behind my back while they clenched into fists, forcing a polite smile to my face as she reaches me, "Miss Mont—"

In one swift move before I can react, which is funny, isn't it? A knife is being pushed into my stomach and the pain blinds me but it's only for a second as I stare at her. She's no longer frowning but staring at me with an impasiveness that should irritate me but doesn't as she asks, "Does it hurt?"

It does, like a prick but I'm too focused on her to care. What is she thinking? What made her do this? Did I upset her too? "Not quite. Did something happen?"

Solaris says nothing. Instead, she pulls it out of me and I let out a small gasp, my blood vessels immediately working to knit back the cut. Sighing, I adjust the collar of my blazer and grab the knife from her. She doesn't react as I throw it somewhere to a corner and grab her hand then raising it, pull out a handkerchief from my pocket and begin wiping it. "You could kill someone else if you do that, do you—?"

I freeze as I smell it. The blood on her that isn't mine, or hers. And it's not just that. I lean close to her, picking up the smell of paint and... And mine isn't there any longer. Instead, there's something else. It is not as strong as mine, but strong nevertheless.

Like a Royal.

Immediately, every instinct in me wants to burn down her academy, kill every single creature in it, and why? Because someone had gotten close enough to replace my scent and I don't like it. Did they upset her? I want to ask as well but I know she won't speak to me. How do I get her speaking to me?

"I'm hungry." Her words bring me out of my momentary trance and just like that, my anger is diminished. I notice now that her hair is packed and I see the stars littering her face in a disguise of freckles.

Swiftly, I pull off the packer on her hair and they fall around her face like a halo. Her scent is on the round thing and it's intoxicating, heaven. I watch her pull away strands of hair on her face so she can look at me, "It's not time for Dinner but I'm sure we can make it to Italy—"

She frowns, and I stop talking. "Home. Soup."

God, she's so grumpy today. I like it. Why? Because it's the only time she seems to speak more. "I threw it away—"

Her face immediately turns pale at my words as she puts a hand on her chest. I stare, wondering if she has had a heart attack because I can't hear her heart anymore and in one second, I'm on her. "Is something —?"

"Murderer." She says this with so much hate and bitterness that I freeze. At first, genuine fire gets a hold of me as I think she's read my thoughts on how badly I wish to kill everyone but when I see her eyes, I know it's not that. She is in honest pain from my statement.

I start to chuckle. "Solaris—"

She suddenly shrugs me off and walks past me. I can't seem to react or understand what's going on. Why is she like this? Why is she so hard to understand? Why do I enjoy it? I can't tell if she likes me or not because she was friendly when I left but all I've been met with is hostility.

Does she know I can kill her? Is she aware of it? Does she care?

I move and suddenly, I find myself wrapping my arms around her body, cocooning her in me. I breathe in her scent, hear the soft beating of her heart and her blood... It calls to me even now and I am addicted to it though I haven't tasted it yet, I know it will be my end. What is this I feel?

Fascination? An Obsession? I know it is no longer just pure interest, I wouldn't have stood her carelessness, but here I am, trying to prevent her from leaving even though I know truly that she can never get away.

I cannot foresee my self allowing it.

"I apologize." I know where I parked away from the academy is safe from human and vampire eyes but I still find myself whispering, honesty spilling out of me like a river. "For whatever it is that I have done, I plead for your forgiveness and your mercy."

It is strange, isn't it? I am a vampire with the blood as powerful as an Ancient. I do not need her to live a longer life as hers is futile, only but a flicker in the wind and yet... Yet, I know that I wish to hear her choose me. To hear her speak.

She turns and looks at me. Her face is always so apathetic, everything about her is calm and detached, like a picture, frozen in a time that I wish to be a part of. That I desire so strongly. "Feed from me."

I hear the demand, the order in her voice. She isn't asking for it but telling me what to do. I try not to show my surprise at her words. "Do you know what that entails? It—."

I should know by now how spontaneous she can be, how little her life means to her but my brain does not seem to work as it should because right in front of me, she suddenly digs her nails hard into her neck, not a single flash of pain crosses her face before I see blood trailing out of it.

In a blink, I'm pinning her to the wall. I feel my blood cells go erratic, like a parasite near a suitable host. It is not the first time I smell her blood but now... Now, I am positively going mad. And I'm seething as well. "Do you wish to call every vampire here? Do you have any idea how potent your blood is?"

She isn't scared. Not even the slightest. "Feed from me."

I don't like how she talks to me. I detest it, but a primal part of me wakes, and it's threatening to bite into every part of her if I don't give in. So I do.

The second my fangs dig inside her and my mouth sucks every bit that trails out of her, I feel my world erupt. I can suddenly feel everything, sense everything and this is all in her. She is bringing sense into my world just by this. I dig into her even deeper as I hear her moan, the fact that she's finally letting out a sound in front of me making me go even more mad.

There is nothing like this, nothing like her. My hand is trying to pull her into me, into my skin if I have to and she's clinging unto me,tiny whimpers coming out of her mouth as my cock rises immediately at the sounds.

I smell her want first and feel her begin to grind on my thigh, marking me with her scent and fuck, it's the sexiest thing in the world. I don't wish to pull away from her, watching her let go and submit this way is addictive. Perfection,but the second I feel her hand try to get into my pants, I'm pulling away from her and wrapping my hand around her neck, tightening it as I keep her to the wall away from me.

I believe that every vampire's heart stops beating when they turn and yet now... Now, my chest rises and falls as I stare at her. She is pale, so pale her bright hair clashes with her face and I... I still feel like I am still not in this planet but stuck in a galaxy of colours and a heaven I will never get into.

"This is why we vampires do not feed so recklessly." I am blinding mad. Enraged. How dare she seduce me? How dare I fall so deeply? I should break her spine and be done with because it is obvious that even though she submits, I am the one being controlled. "It always ends with us either feeding till humans die or we need to fuck someone after."

I don't cuss so outwardly, neither do I always sound like I wish to decapitate a human, but I am still too stuck in how I feel to care. I can sense that she feels it now, fear towards me, but I doubt it is because of me almost killing her.

I let her go now and she rubs her neck, looking down. I want to bark at her to look at me. That it's her fault we're in this mess but I don't. Instead, I tell her to go to the car, which she does without a single word of complaint.

I can still taste her blood, still smell her slick on my thighs and my cock... It's pulsing, demanding to be inside someone. It has never been this hungry, this... Needy, but that isn't what terrifies me.

What does, is the fact that I can hear a heart beating quietly, almost like a whisper. And I know for a certainty that it is mine which is supposed to be impossible.

What is she doing to me?