Narrative P.O.V.Cain stood out in the hallway, his breathing erratic.The fangs in his mouth were extending from his gums and poking his bottom lip. He tried to focus on the smell of disinfectant in the air but the only things his senses had zeroed in on were the scent and sight of her blood.For the first time in his life, he wasn't resisting the vampiric pull to completely drain someone of their blood.The urge he was fighting was not one to kill or satisfy hunger, but to satisfy lustful and prurient desires.It was much stronger than anything he'd felt before.He heard the doctor walking down the hallway and he turned to face away from him."When was the last time?" The doctor asked him as he walked up."I don't know what you mean," Cain remarked."When did you drink last?"Cain closed his eyes tightly as he caught another whiff of her blood on his hands, despite his earlier attempts to scrub it away."Yesterday morning," he answered."You shouldn't be trying to last that long," t
Narrative P.O.V."We don't even know who this guy is," Daniel groaned.The three men had been standing over the dead body of the intruder for quite a while as they formulated a plan of action."Well, we bloody well need to find out." Cain said, crossing his armsJai ran a hand along his jaw. The three cups of coffee he had drank that morning and throughout the day weren't enough to push sleep from his mind.It was two in the morning when he'd been woken up suddenly, and even fifteen hours later, his workday didn't look like it was ending anytime soon."We can run his DNA through the system and see if a match comes back," Daniel suggested."Already on it," Jai said, sighing. "It's going to take time though.""Which is something we don't have," Cain retorted.He walked around the examination table where the body was laying and he grabbed a scalpel. Cain used the end to lift the top lip of the corpse and expose thehalf-extended fangs.Ella had no clue how close to being dead she was wh
Ella's P.O.V.The next five days were some of the most boring I'd ever experienced. When I wasn't sleeping, I was laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling and counting the grain on the wood paneling in theframe on the bed. Breakfast was in my room everyday before I woke up in the morning, lunch was delivered by a boy whose name I didn't know because he wouldn't speak to me, and Cain alwaysbrought dinner at night Sometimes he would drop it off, other times he would stay and chat. It was never for more than a few minutes though.Sometimes he was talkative, other times he was quiet. Cain's definition of talkative, however, was to give more than one word answers when I would ask him questions. Although, he continuously gave vague answers when I asked him about how the search for my grandfather was going.Eventually, I was sick of staring at the ceiling and I abandoned the instructions the doctor had given me and I did homework or would read the books that I had borrowed from my gra
I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling when I heard the ringing. I rolled over to see Zak's contact picture flashing on the screen of my laptop as he called me. Sitting up, I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, and answered the video call.Waving at him as he answered, I saw his brief smile before it dropped and morphed into a look of concern. It occurred to me as I caught a glimpse of myself in the upper corner of the screen that I had a deep cut and bruise on my face that came with an explanation I didn't want to give.I cringed.Here we go...''What happened to your face?'' He signed fervently. ''Why are you hurt?''''Calm down," I signed back. ''It's just a cut.''He gave me an exasperated look.''How did you get it?''I bit my lip before sighing."I got hit in the face with an iron stick.''Zak closed his eyes and I knew he was probably counting up to ten and back down again.''Who hit you in the face?" He askedI shrugged and he rolled his eyes."Was it an accident?''
I shook my head as I reached up to touch it gingerly. I had been letting it breath for a few hours, but I needed to put a bandage back over it."You look kind of like Rocky," he said."Thank you," I said sarcastically.I had a huge bruise that nearly covered the side of my face and my cheek was still somewhat swollen."A good kind of Rocky," he assured me quickly. "Like Rocky after he fought Drago, not Rocky after he fought Apollo."I rolled my eyes and laughed. My stomach growled and I put my hand over it."Hungry?" He asked, hearing it.I nodded."Good, me too. Put on some real clothes and we'll go get something to eat."I looked down at my gym shorts and t-shirt and sighed before going into the bathroom to change. "Better?" I asked, exiting the bathroom in a long-sleeve tunic and leggings.He laughed "You still look like you're going to bed, but I guess it's temperature appropriate."I put on slippers and we walked out of the bedroom to find something to eat."So how's your head?"
Narrative P.O.V."What did you just do?" Daniel asked, waving his hands above his head.He had been standing outside the kitchen door, listening to what Cain had said to Ella. Now he was pacing back and forth in Cain's office, ranting likethere was no tomorrow."First you try to kiss her, which was stupid.," Daniel said, pointing a finger at Cain. "Now, you're going to tell her that trying to kiss her was a mistake? You're going to give the poor girl whiplash."Cain stood, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed."Your parents are coming in a week," Daniel reminded him."What do you think they're going to say about this?""I don't care," Cain said. "That's why I don't have any plans on telling them."Daniel rolled his eyes. "You have to tell them you have a mate," he said."So they can convince her to leave?" Cain asked angrily. "I don't think so."Daniel looked at him incredulously. "You're the one pushing her away," he said. "She'll leave before anyone gets the chance to c
Ella's P.O.V.What have I done?I watched the flames dance in the hearth of the fireplace. They climbed the brick walls, only to be pulled back down into the coals that glowed beneath the logs. That's how I felt, like I'd been floating on the highs of my daydreams and suddenly yanked back down into reality.I couldn't believe I had been naive enough to believe that Cain had liked me. It was a hasty assumption that I made based on one action he'd later admitted that he regretted making. I couldn't believe that Zak was right. I shouldn't have followed those men in the car that night and I never should have left my home and family to chase ghosts.It'd gotten me nothing but a concussion and false hopes. There was only one reason that I still sat in Cain's dark bedroom on the couch staring into the fire. That was to assure myself that I wasn't lousy enough to bail on something just because myemotional investment in it had backfired.Taking interest in Cain was a stupid move. I was there
Narrative P.O.V."You can't stay down here forever."Jai was standing in the doorway to the small office where Cain had been for the past few days. Cain brought his work with him in the mornings to the small office before Ella would wake up and he would only return late in the night when he knew she had left.Sometimes he would return to his office and her scent still lingered in the air, torturing him. When Cain said nothing in response to Jai's comment, Jaiventured further into the small office and sat down in front of Cain."I don't understand why you can't just be a man and deal with it." he said.Cain looked up from his paper to glare at Jai."So you're equating my desire to protect and care for the well being of the love of my life with being a coward?" Cain asked him.When Jai said nothing, Cain's glance returned to the folder in his hands."I don't need to put her in harm's way just to prove my masculinity," Cain said.Jai crossed his arms against his chest. "Explain to me ex