Blake’s P.O.V

I was completely torn. How dare he kiss me! He keeps me locked in this room, made me feed from my best friend and he has audacity to kiss me! I felt his hands make their way to my hips as he led me further into the room, it was only then I noticed I was kissing him back, what was I thinking? I was screaming inside to push him away but the delicious tingle made me want to drag him to the nearest surface and not let him go. He clearly must have had the same idea because he kicked the door closed before pressing my back to the cool wall; interlocking his hands with mine, sliding them above my head as he dipped down to deepen the kiss more comfortably. The tingle getting stronger and stronger each moment we staying in that position. I finally found my sense and pushed my palms against his with enough strength to move him away from breaking the kiss. “How dare you!” I screamed out at him, “just because you’re keeping me here doesn’t mean you get to do anything like that again!” I felt my eyes flash as my instincts kicked in. “I’m not some human you can just use for your own pleasure!” I carried on my verbal assault as I moved over to the other side of the room.
“Get dressed.” He spoke after a while, “There’s a selection of clothing in the wardrobe, also, take a shower. I want you in the dining room as soon as you’re finished. We need to discuss what your future holds Miss Darling.” With that, and a stern look, he was gone.

I did exactly as he said, taking as much time as I could. I wrapped the towel around me as I tried to think of anything but the tingling in my lips, I opened the wardrobe and found a complete collection of clothing, all my style and all my size. I picked out a black skater dress and some simple ankle boots. I styled my long hair into a messy bun at the back of my head before walking out of the room for the first time and looking round locating the staircase. The old fashioned staircase had dark wood banisters and matching wooden stairs that made loud clippings of my heels. I got to the bottom of the staircase which lead me to a huge hallway that had the usual table for messages, a telephone and a dark red leather sofa in one corner. I used my sense to smell for his scent which was increasingly difficult considering it was his residence, just then the door opened to reveal his deathly white complexion. Something about the sight of him made my stomach churn and not necessarily in a bad way. “Miss Darling,” he nodded towards me like a gentlemen would a lady, “if you would like to follow me.” He spoke softly before disappearing back through the door, as I followed him slowly. Once I entered I noticed a round black dining table that had two places set out at the side of each other. “Please take a seat.” He motioned to the chair next to the one he was sat at, which I slowly took. The candlelight flickering from the sudden draft I caused highlighted his pure complexion even more. “Can we cut this gentleman crap and get to the chase please?” I looked him dead in the eye, the quicker I could get away from him and stop this emotional turmoil and conflict I was feeling the better.
“Alright, lets talk about you. I want to know where you grew up, how old you were when you got turned, why you got turned and who turned you.” He spoke straight to the point nodding at a member of staff in the corner who disappeared out of the room. I paused a moment wondering if I should just tell him. I was weighing up my options, either way I was going to be killed so someone may as well know the truth about me.

“I grew up in England. That’s where I was born, I met Anna at high school and we stayed friends until we decided to move over to America. We had both got jobs in the fields we wanted and we’d only been over here a few weeks when it happened.” I spoke quietly, twirling the knife against the table as my distraction. “I was walking home one night and somebody grabbed me from behind, put his hand over my mouth and told my if ‘I didn’t keep my dirty mouth shut he’d have to stick something in it.’ and that’s when I felt his weapon of choice.” I tried not to let my voice waver. “I felt his fangs against my neck as he told me to be good and let him have his way. I was 20 and I was terrified. I was in a big new city, alone, with some psycho who was about to do things I’d never even experienced. I screamed and I screamed loud.” I looked up at him slowly, tears filling my eyes. “He plunged his fangs into my neck the same time he plunged his knife through my hip, I could feel the blood escaping me. His poison plaguing my veins but he couldn’t quite finish. He heard another walk down the alley and just left me. I dropped to the floor in agony, bleeding from two points as his filth ran through my body and cursing it. I felt somebody inject me with something before I heard the call for an ambulance. All I could do was hear, I heard the doctors and nurses panicking; as well as the heart monitor stop.” I paused when the staff walked in with our food, it was my favourite of macaroni cheese. I waited until they left to carry on. “I woke up in an unfamiliar room, it was dark and there was a shadowy figure in the corner of the room. I dislocated his arm and made my escape. There two guys who were waiting for me who I’d impressed and ever since then I’ve worked for them. They get jobs in, I do the job. No questions asked, I’d rather kill than be killed.” I looked him dead in the eye. “Does that answer your questions Frank? England, 20, wrong place wrong time and don’t know.” I looked away to mess with the food in front of me. I waited whilst he processed all I had told him but I wasn’t expecting the sorry I got.
“I’m sorry you had to be turned like that.” He whispered, lowering his head to catch my gaze. “I need to know Blake, who you work for.” He looked almost sorry for even asking the question.
“I don’t know who sent me to kill you, all I know is my boss. Like I said, no questions asked.” I shrugged. “If you’d have paid more attention then you’d already know the answer to your next question. Whilst I know my life has been cut short by this I’m not going to let you have your answers so easily Mr Iero.” I told him truthfully, “I suggest you clearly look back when we’ve met.” I smirked as I started to eat the food. I could see the frustration from his body language and truth be told it give me great pleasure knowing he was close to finding out but yet so far. It fell silent for many moments until he cleared his throat to continue his questions.
“I’ve noticed your scars.” He started softly as I hissed at him, my fangs coming out to play. “How? How did they happen?”
“No one gets to know about that not you, not Anna, not anybody.” I growled standing up quickly and making my way to the door.
“I want to help you Blake. There’s a way we can both make it through this, if you just opened up and be honest.” He spoke softly, never making a physical attempt to stop me.

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