Part 8

     The next thing I remember was waking up in a room that wasn't mine. As I said in my first entry, my room had every shade of red there was, I think. The room I woke up in was black and dark purple and there was no window. I was tucked under a comforter to protect me from the slight chill in the room. I remembered the conversation with the detectives and the man outside that wanted to kill me. I took a deep breath to settle my rattled nerves.

     A musky scent slipped into my lungs and settled there. Warmth spread through me and everything around me got hazy. I knew instantly whose bed I was in. I also knew that someone was there with my in Worrin's room.

     “Good, you're awake,” a soft female voice said. A small, rosy pale young woman sat on the bed next to me. She had short mouse brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. She looked round and skinny at the same time, if that's even possible. Her smile reached her eyes and I knew she was as sweet and kind as she appeared. “You must have had quite a fright. Are you feeling alright?”

     “Yes,” I said as I sat up. The room around me seemed to be made of shadows. “Where's Worrin?”

     She smiled and leaned a little closer. She looked like she was listening closely to something. “He's fine. He's talking to his brothers. Your breathing and heart rate seem to be normal.”

     I raised an eyebrow. “Is Worrin talking or just beating them to a bloody pulp?”

     “You are as clever as Worrin says,” the other woman laughed. “Quick as a cat, he tells us. I don't see why Aunt Marcee doesn't like you. You are cute as a kitten.”

     “Aunt Marcee?” I asked as I tipped my head to the side.

     “Marcee is Worrin's mother. I'm Marcee's younger sister's only daughter. My name is Yanna. Tyler is my mate.” Her smile widen in delight. “It really is nice to meet you.”

     “I'm Rose,” I return her smile, “but I guess you know that already.”

     Yanna nodded. “That I do. Worrin has trouble not talking about you. He thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread.” I felt my face get hot and blushed even more because of it. Yanna petted my cheek. “Yup, you are a cutie pie.” She handed me a glass that had been on the bed side table. “You drink all of this. Its just water, so don't freak, or anything.”

     I nodded as I took the glass. After taking a sip, I asked, “Is Worrin really not feeding his vampire or incubus parts? That's bad, isn't it? Sofia said you're vampire and incubus. What can I do?”

     She studied me for a long moment. “Make him and offer he can't resist. You are his mate, so he craves you. He has been in your mind and has come to like you more than a little. He is hungry in more than one way and you are in his lair, in his bed. Offer your blood and don't let him talk you out of it. Bloodletting creates enough sexual emotions for a full incubus to feed from, let alone someone a third incubus.” She looked me over again and her smile was full of mischief. “A little cunning would help, too.”

     “Wha?” I squeaked as she started rearranging my dress and hair.

     “It wouldn't hurt to make you look as delicious as possible.” She slipped one strap off my shoulder and slipped the neckline down to reveal the swell of my breast. She fluffed my hair and shuck it out. She inhaled deeply. “You do smell yummy. I don't know how he could resist you.”

     I blushed and looked down, surprising to find that I was flattered by her words. It also surprised me how much more alluring I felt. I felt like a temptress waiting for someone to come too close.

     “Yup, you are ready to match wits with that stubborn man. Hopefully he won't beat me too.”

     “I'm confused. If I'm Worrin's mate won't he want to drink my blood and stuff?”

     Yanna petted my hand and smiled reassuringly. “He's just worried that your too young and frightened. He wants to give you time to adjust to him.”

     “He's not the one I'm having problems with. It's the Triplets,” I snapped.

     The vampire giggled. “You have got a backbone made of steel, don't you, deary?”

     I straightened my spine and lifted my chin. “Depends on the situation. My parents taught me to stand up for myself.”

     “You had very wise parents.” Yanna kissed my cheek and walk to the door. When she reached the door she smiled at me again. “Worrin is in good hands. Take care of him for us.”

     I nodded my agreement and she left. I settled back against the pillows and brushed my hair away from my face. I felt like I was lying on a cloud. I breathed in Worrin's scent and tried to stay awake.

     I didn't stay awake. I'm not sure how long I slept, but I remember how I woke up.

     The scent was stronger. I could smell Worrin even more clearly than I had before. The mattress shifted as if someone had gotten on the bed. I opened my eyes and saw Worrin. I was laying in the middle of the large bed and he was leaning over me, his gaze fixed on my throat and the skin exposed by my slipped strap. He was still in the clothes he wore when we talked to the detectives except that his shirt was buttoned and his hair was tussled as if he had run his finger through it. He lean forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow of my exposed left shoulder.

     He raised his head. “I'm sorry Chaser scared you. I've talked with all three of them.” He turned and started to move away. “It's late. I'll take you back to your room.”

     I sat up and grabbed his arm. “No, not yet.”

     He sat cross-legged and looked into my eyes. He seemed to have trouble keeping them there, though. His gaze dropped to my strapless left shoulder before hurrying back to my face. His distraction made me smile. “Why not?” he asked. “It is nearing moon-set. Why don't you want to go back to your room?”

     “You said earlier that you would do anything I wished,” I reminded him. “I have a wish, Worrin.”

     “What is it, sweet? Whatever it is, consider it done.”

     I smiled at him and my hair over behind my shoulders. His eyes dropped to the slender column of my neck and I smiled, feeling again like a temptress. I got to my knees and moved in front of him. My throat was directly in front of his nose. I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed his forehead. “I've always wonder what it would be like to be bitten by a vampire. I wish for you to bite me.”

     I felt his shoulders tensed under my palms. He was going to say no, going to keep denying his hunger. According to Sofia, it was a danger to him, myself and the people here to do so.

     Even now, nearly half a day since it happened, I can't believe I did what I did next. It isn't like me to be demanding. I go with the flow, I don't question. Silent though it may have been, what I did was a demand and nothing less.

     In the blink of an eye I closed the remaining distance between us. I straddled him, my dress covering our legs. My stomach pressed against his chest and my throat was almost touching his mouth. My hair fell forward and formed a curtain around his face. My fingers sank into his hair, loosening it further from it's tie. His breath hitched against my neck and I knew he was trying to control himself. I pressed my cheek against his temple, his ear millimeters away from my lips.

     I realized then that I wanted him to bite me with everything in me. Being close to him felt right. I felt like I belong with him. I felt that he should bite me, that he should be able to show this part of himself. He was mine and I was his. I felt that I should be the one to take care of him. A confidence I had no idea I had welled up and flowed over me. I could do anything, be anything, have anything. I felt all-powerful.

     “Bite me, Worrin,” I whispered in his ear, commanding him to do it, willing him to do it.

     He did.

     One of his arms wrapped around my waist, the other braced my back and that hand cradled the back of my head, tipping it back. His kissed my throat and scrapped it with his teeth once. Then his fangs bit deeply into my soft skin.

     I felt my blood flow out of me. I heard him drink. My vision blurred and my breath came in gasps. His arms tightened and held me closer, but he held me as if I was a treasure. I felt something warm and fuzzy fill my lungs at the same time as the rest of me tingled. The room grew hazy and I didn't want to move.

     I recognized the tingle. I felt it every time he kissed me. I remembered the lazy, dazed feeling, too, from the night I met Holden. There was another feeling, too.

     It was pleasure. I have never felt anything that good before. I wanted it to go on forever, the waves of warmth rolling through me for all time. My mind was filled with only it. I couldn't think of anything other then his mouth on my throat, my blood flowing into his mouth, his arms around me. The only other thought in my head was that I wished he would do more...

 

 

 

     That's all I can remember. I woke up in my room, laying on my bed, with a bandage wrapped around my neck. I know that I would find two small pinpricks where he bit me. I got out this book as soon as I woke up.

     The sky was light when I woke, but now the sun is setting. I hope Worrin comes for me tonight. I hope he doesn't regret biting me. I know I don't regret it.

     There's a knock on my door. I hope it is Worrin.

Author's Note

Heehee. XD

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

F***ing addictive!
i love it... i'm gonna read pt.9 now!

[Moalix]

BRIT! You keep leaving us readers screaming in frustration! Well, I am anyways..I do find it funny she passed out..lol...Where is part 9?? Please tell me!!
-Love!

[Brie]

heehee indeed. that was awesome! i cannot wait for more, as always. :D
Great work!
-Brie