Frank’s P.O.V

I watched her pause at the door, her hand on the handle trembling visably. “Don’t you get it? I can’t get out of this alive. There’s no good ending for me. I’m wanted by the council and if they don’t get me then he will. I’ve defied him.” She never turned to face me but by the wobble in her voice I could tell she was trying to keep her emotions in check.
“If the council wanted you they would have come here and got you.” I spoke honestly standing up and walking over to her. “Let me help you Blake. There are ways to stop this. I can make those ways happen.” I gently turned her to look at me, and as I suspected her eyes were full with the salty liquid of tears. “You just need to trust me.” I whispered as her tears fell, stroking them off her cheek and to my surprise she leaned into my touch.
“He’s going to find me. He’s going to kill me. I’m a liability now.” She whispered her eyes closed. “You need to protect Anna. Please.” She opened her eyes to look at me pleading.
“I’m going to protect you both.” I whispered as I took her hand slowly. “Come with me.” I told her as I pulled her out of the dining room and up the staircase, turning left to our side of the house.

Once there I pulled her into my room and heard her intake of breath as she looked around at my big room and smirked as I realised she was impressed. “So I get you’re not going to tell me who your boss is so tell me this,” I looked at her as I sat on the bed watching her stand in my doorframe, “has he ever fed from you?” I noticed her flinch before looking away as she nodded. I smiled, the trust slowly happening. “Often?” I furthered as she nodded again. “How often?” I pushed. “About twice a week.” She mumbled looking up at me. “In the same place?” She nodded once again. “Where?” This time she shook her head. “I need to know.” I whispered, sighing. I noticed her lift the skirt of her dress up to midway up her thigh where I saw the telltale signs of a connection. I walked over before kneeling down taking her leg in my hands softly and resting it on my knee, one hand on her calf, the other stroking over the two marks on the inside of her thigh. I looked up to see biting her lip looking away, the blush that shouldn’t be there present across her face. “You have a connection to him?” I whispered looking up at her still holding her leg in place as she looked down at me confusion covering her features. “A connection? You know what one of those is right?” This time it was my turn to be confused, its one of the fundamentals of our kind. She shook her biting her lip, hard. “He’s never told you?” I looked up at her in shock. “A connection is where an older member of our kind feeds from another of our kind to establish a deep connection. The connection allows them to sense the feelings, their needs and sometimes their thoughts.” I stroked her leg softly.
“So he can find me through this? He can know what happened?” She looked at me panicked. “No it doesn’t look strong enough but if he comes within a certain distance then maybe he could.” I told her honestly, “there’s a way to remove it though.” I bit my lip, “I can remove it. It’s not the nicest of procedures but it’s not painful.” I judged her reaction carefully.
“You have to bite me in the same place?” She mumbled blushing as I nodded, she just sighed and nodded, “do whatever you need to.” She looked away quickly as neared my lips closer to her thigh. I stroked the back of her calf with one hand and the back of her thigh with the other as I plunged my fangs into her soft skin and sucking until I could taste the sweetness of her fresh blood. I licked my lips and then her wound which quickly healed as she stared at it in disbelief.

“Blake I think there is so much your boss hasn’t told you. There’s so much of our kind that you don’t know.” I whispered as I stood up gazing down at her. “You’ve not been properly taught and you need to be, for your protection.” I stroked her cheek tentatively, trying not to scare her away. “And you want to teach me?” She whispered, licking her dry lips as I nodded. “What is wrong with you?” She shouted, “I tried to kill you! And you want to help me?” She moved away slowly. “I’ve had torture burned my way before but this is the sickest yet! You can’t give me hope like this that it will all be ok when we both know deep down its not!” She cried, the desperation for freedom visible in her weak gaze. “This isn’t torture, this isn’t a game. Blake Darling, I want to help you. I am going to help you.” I pulled her to me before covering her lips with mine softly, which seemed to calm her instantly, as she nodded against mine. “Do you trust me Blake? I need your trust.” I whispered on her lips.
“I trust you.” She whispered back causing me to smile.

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