Part 5

     I just finished eating the lunch that maid from before had brought. There is sealed envelope on the now empty tray my food was brought with. I ate before I read it, knowing it is from Worrin. I'll open it now and copy it here.

 

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Dearest Rose,

             I suppose you would like to get out of the room you have been in the past few days and get some fresh air. I believe a walk in the gardens would do you some good.

             There are clothes in the closet and dresser that might fit you. Give your clothes to Sofia and she will clean them for you. I will come to collect you an hour before dusk.

      Worrin

 

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      I crumble the paper in a ball and throw it at the window. He makes it sound like an order, that I must go outside and I must wear the clothes he left here and I must obey him.

      I decide not to go outside with him.

      I will change clothes though. Mine are rather dirty from my failed escape attempt.

 

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     It is amazing how a shower and clean clothes can make you feel better. I looked through the dresser and closet and found some of the most beautiful clothes I've ever seen. They are all made of silk and satin and all of it, every shirt, skirt, shorts, and pants, are in my sizes. I have a feeling this is not a coincidence.

     I wonder what Worrin really is. He admitted to not being human last night, but he wasn't specific. What three things could he be and how did he get that way? I'm sure one is vampire, but what about the other two? I want to pull out my hair in frustration.

     Someone just knocked on my door. It must be Worrin, come to “collect” me, as he puts it. I won't be treated like a package or a book or something, even if I am his prisoner.

 

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     I think I know another one of the three things Worrin is.

     It was Worrin knocking on my door. When he entered, I met his eyes with all the fierceness I had in my body, looked him in the eye, and told him where he could put his “invitation.”

     He laughed. “You have some spine! I like it!”

     His laugher fulled my anger. I rose from my chair and let the rage flow out. I could control it. I wasn't used to emotions before my arrival here. Being here has melted the ice covering my heart and I had no idea what to do with the feelings that came out.

     I'm not sure what I said, it is all really hazy. Maybe Worrin made it fuzzy on purpose. I think.....damn. I just can't piece it together. It is too blurry.

    The next thing I remember is being outside in the open air, laying in thick, soft moss, gazing at the moonlight shining through the leaves of the tree Worrin is leaning against, me in his lap.

     “Look at the leaves, Rose. Aren't they pretty?” Worrin whispered in me ear. He whispered things in my ear about flowers and plants and animals, as if he was trying to calm me.

     And it did. His breath warmed my neck and my limbs felt like they were made of Jello. I couldn't move if I wanted to and I felt like I was in a dreamy world. I didn't want to leave.

     “Do you like the night, darling Rose?” Worrin whispered. Both of my hands were in his in my lap. He gently squeezed them to make sure I heard him. “What do you think of the night, sweet?”

     “It's peaceful.” My voice sounds slurred and dreamy, like I was half asleep. That couldn't be right, because I was wide awake. “It's empty, in a good way. Like the streets of a city at midnight. Peaceful and empty and free.”

     “And you like being outside. Yes, I know you do.” He nuzzled my ear and my stomach quivered. “How about you come with me every night and we'll wonder around the forest in the peace and emptiness? Please? I don't want you to be stuck in that room all the time.”

     “You don't?” I was confused. Wasn't I his prisoner?

     “No. Remember when I told you I had reasons for locking you up?” I nodded and he continued. “Simply put, my brothers, uncles, and nephews, nine guys who have trouble controlling their, um, urges, would like to make a snack of you. I can't watch them all the time. So, I could either keep you with me at all times or lock you in a room and carry the only key with me always.”

    “Keep me with you always?”

     “Yes. That would include sleeping together, sweet.” My stomach quivered again and my heart rate sped up in excitement. I hadn't been sleeping well since I came here. I used to sleep with my three cats and dog every night. I wasn't used to sleeping without warm bodies near mine and being close to him like this made me feel wonderful.

     In my strange state I couldn't seem to keep my thoughts to myself. “I've never slept by myself before now. I've three cats and a dog and they always kept me company at night. I don't sleep well without them.” I snuggled closer to his warmth. “My parents were always the huggy sort, too. I'm not used to not touching or being touched so little.”

     I felt Worrin's body go hard and he flipped me over so that I was laying on my stomach instead of my back on him. Our eyes met and he framed my face with his hands. There was so much in his eyes that I didn't understand.

     “I am sorry for that, but I couldn't lay at your side all night and control myself. I'd-” He stopped and jumped up. He gently placed me were he had been sitting and stood over me protectively. I fought to raise my head and look at what was at the other side of the clearing.

     It looked like a monster out of a horror movie. It was a man, but he was bent over and covered with fur. His face wasn't right either, too long, as if he had a snot.

     He was a werewolf.

     “Hello, Brother,” the werewolf called. “Out romancing your snack, I see.”

     “My business is my own, Holden. I am the leader of this clan and I bow to no one's rules.”

     Holden, one of the men Worrin worried would make a snack of me, look at me with hunger on his face. That look sent shivers down my spine and I tried to crawl closer to the tree. Worrin must have sensed my fear. He crouched more to block more of me from view.

     Holden laughed. “Seems you pet is skittish! I wonder what she'll do when you get her in the sheets and you grow more hair!!”

     The air changed and so did Worrin. Black hair, just like the hair on his head, appeared along his spine and backs of his arms. The air got heavy and I found it hard to breath. The smile disappeared from Holden's face and it was replaced by terrior.

     “Leave.” Worrin's voice was deeper and the growl that commanded his brother's disappearance sounded like gravel being ground into powder. The werewolf turned tail and fled.

     Worrin kept his back to me. After a few minutes, I had to satisfy my curiosity. The dreamy state I was in had faded a lot and I could move more easily. I sat up and sank my fingers of my right hand into the black fur along his spine. It was soft and silky, like his normal hair. I sighed and stroked the soft fur on his lower back and wanted to rub my face against it.

     The air got hot as well as heavy. I felt like I was back in the drugged haze like before, only more sensual. My skin felt too same and itchy.

     Then my world went black again.

 

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     I wake up here with a note in my hand.

     'Please?' it says.

     He's a vampire and a werewolf, but I am still not afraid of him. In fact, I feel better when I'm with him.

     I will go for a walk with him tomorrow. Maybe I can get him to tell me what the third thing he is is.

Reviews

[Moalix]

Haha I'm rereading this one too and omg you need some warnings on these because they are STEAMY lol.

[Brie]

omigosh!
1. a vampire-werewolf!!!!! i didnt see that coming!!! wow!
2. "Please?" ahhh! what does it mean!!!
I want more!!!! lol
-Brie