I titled my head on the side. Maybe he was the one that needed to be figured out. "I'm in castle full of vampires. I just have this tiny little feeling that maybe it wouldn't have ended well." A slight smile appeared on his face at the irony of my words. He stared at me for a few more seconds before looking on the side. "True." He released a breath, and took a few steps towards me, taking his phone from the desk. "I'll order them to bring the food here.." My lips slightly parted as I watched him go through his phone. I got a little confused on how to react, but I couldn't let them bring the food to the room. I was going crazy in there the whole damn day. "Uh, no, it's alright. I can go get it." I said quickly, earning a look from him. His eyes were so dark it made me feel like I was sinking in this unfamiliar feeling every time he looked at me. I felt how my eyes were slightly wide was I stared back at him for a few seconds. "With you though." It was the first time I earned a genuine smile from him. His sharp features seemed to soften when he smiled, looking on the side, and I felt like I was looking at some other person. It was weird how a simple mood could change someone appearance so drastically. At some point I felt myself wanting to say something, to protest in some sort of way for him laughing at my words, but I guess I got distracted. Before, he was busy questioning me, so he still had one of his hands resting on his hip, while he ran his other one over his slight beard on the side of his jaw, and looked back at me. I had my arms crossed over his chest and simply waited for him to finish making fun of my words. I didn't need him with me 'cause I was scared, I needed him with me so he can hold his people back. I didn't want any problems. I watched how he walked towards me, and this part of me told me to take a few steps back, but firstly, I would hit the desk, and secondly, I didn't want him thinking that I was afraid of him. He stopped in front of me, and I simply looked up at him. It was weird how much it had started annoying me when people were so damn taller than me. It suited him though.. A few seconds passed as he scanned my face slowly, his expression slowly going to the way it was. Serious and mysterious. There was nothing behind his eyes that could be read. It was weird how every time I looked him so deeply in his eyes, I thought the same thing. I'd never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.His eyes were black, not soulless nor lifeless.. Instead they were like two pristine stones of onyx. It was bothering me that the emotions behind theme were always unreadable for me, blurred, like it took me so much work to get something out of him. To figure him out. What he wanted, and that maybe his intentions were different. Maybe he wasn't like every other vampire my father had warned me about. When he reached his hand towards me, I didn't move away. I don't think I was that much aware of it at that point. I was trying to come up with a reason why was he the way he was. So closed up.. I didn't have much experience with vampires, but were they all like him? Mysterious and locked with emotions no one could understand.. When his fingers brushed against my neck, that's when I somewhat snapped out of it. What was happening to me? It felt as if I was drawn into him, trying to figure out what was hiding behind those black pears so hard that I was lost and away from reality in those few seconds. I realized that he was concentrated on my neck, and I felt something turn in my stomach unpleasantly. Those bad butterflies.. I didn't like where this was going. Any of it. He was starting to mix my thoughts. But something didn't let me move away. Like my brain told me not to trust him, but my whole self, my body was refusing to move away. It was the first time I denied my instincts. The first time I refused my reflexes. I stared at him while he was focused on my neck, his fingers brushing against my skin, and my back was crept by what seemed like thousands of shivers. I was sinking in something I didn't even understand. I realized I had uncrossed my arms and just stood there.. I didn't understand myself at that point, I didn't understand what was happening, but there was this unfamiliar feeling taking over me. It wasn't good, even though it felt like I had tingles in my stomach. It didn't feel like the right path.. It just felt like darkness. I felt his fingers against my hairclip, and my hair was suddenly released, falling down my shoulders; down my back.. "Too much neck." His voice brought me back, his cold tone echoing in my ears as I released the air from my slightly parted lips. I realized my throat had dried, and as he casually took a step back, I was still left glued on my spot. Frozen with the thoughts of what the hell just happened to me? He unclipped my hair, and I felt like I had completely given myself to him. I was lost at some point while staring in his eyes, and perhaps that's what made me feel vulnerable. He on the other hand probably had no idea what went though my head in those few seconds. When he walked out of the room, I took that as a yes. He was taking me to get something to eat.