He Fucks Me Better

I sat there in the bath for a couple of minutes, thinking deeply about how I was going to use this piece of information to my advantage. I never thought it was possible to even kill vampires until this very moment; sure, the media would make jokes about a knife to the heart being enough to take them out, but I had tried that; it was an accident, of course, and I would never have the heart to stab someone, be it a human or a vampire.

Silas had just plucked out the vegetable knife from where it had embedded in his chest and told me to stop screaming because it was more annoying than getting stabbed. I could never get that image out of my head; most people would have filed a case against me. Even though it was an accident, I had still hurt him; if he had been human, the wound would have been fatal.

Anyway, this just goes to prove that a knife to the chest was not enough to kill a vampire. But the branch of a mystic tree in the middle of nowhere was? If I got my hands on that, would I even be able to kill anyone?

Wait, who was I even supposed to kill? I had no idea who these Elders were, but I knew that they must be powerful if they were able to mind control not only humans but Vampires as well. The chances of this working out were like zero.

I sighed helplessly and sunk deeper into the large bath until my head was below water. The lack of oxygen made my throat burn, but it also helped me think clearly. The water had turned an almost pink shade due to the dried blood I had to scrub off my body; the metallic smell of it made my insides twist in disgust.

When I wasn't thinking about a mystic tree, the image of what had happened last night flashed in my head. I began to wonder why Carter could remember Emily but not me, why my mom remembered Bill but not me, why everyone remembered their loved ones; did it mean that they didn't love me as much as I thought?

No, my mom loved me; I knew she did. But whether she had grown to love Bill more was something I had never asked myself. Honestly, I had never seen her as happy as she was when she married the vampire before. After my dad left us, she was a complete mess. I had tried to cheer her up, doing my best to take care of the house while I watched her sink into depression.

I was by her side all that time. Yet it was Bill who had made a positive change in her life. It stung to know that your mother loved her husband more than you. And it stung to think your childhood friend, supposed boyfriend, loved his ex more than you.

But what hurt the most was that the boy who you believed loved you the most in this world, the one person I had thought truly belonged to me and me alone, didn't love me enough to remember who I was.

Kerina Jones, you are the most miserable person in the whole world.

There was a bang on the door of the bathroom, which had me pushing myself out of the water. I coughed as I pushed my wet hair from my face. I had locked the door because I hoped it would keep my mom out for a bit; I needed to think deeply about something, and I was also mad at her for her lack of memory and wanting my space.

"Just leave the clothes on the bed; I'll come outside when I am ready," I told her and leaned against the porcelain bathtub.

The knocking didn't cease; however, it only grew more distant.

I frowned slightly. I got up from the bath and went to open the door; maybe Mom was worried that I might drown or something, but surely she would leave if I assured her that I was alright.

Just as my hand was on the doorknob, a voice that didn't belong to my mother spoke up.

"Come out; we need to talk," Silas said.

My entire body froze; he was the last person I wanted to see.

I walked away from the door, refusing to open it. I thought of Silas sending me off with Carter yesterday to be bitten, and my entire body shook with anger. It wasn't enough for him to bite me and nearly suck the blood out of my body, but he had the guts to be generous about it and share his meal with a guest.

Maybe if I had a branch from that Mystic tree, I would carve out something deadly and stab Silas to death. (I could never do that, of course.)

"Kerry, alright, I know you are mad at me. What I did wasn't appropriate; I apologize. But it's not even a big deal; open the door and I'll treat you to breakfast."

"Not a big deal?!"

The nerve of this guy! How dare he say something like that? His words only made my anger soar higher. I wanted to hit him on that handsome face of his so badly.

"You had him bite me!"

"Everyone was getting suspicious since they knew I didn't feed on you. It would only be a matter of time before it gets out that I'm keeping you here as my... well, I have a reputation to keep."

"Right! You don't want them all to know you are fucking a human!!"

His silence showed that I had hit the jackpot; somehow that only made it worse than him giving me away to Carter out of generosity. Maybe he knew that Carter was keeping Emily as a lover instead of a feeder, and Carter didn't want to harm his precious darling; I was the scapegoat.

They really thought so little of me.

"You must really hate me so much if you would rather have Carter nearly kill me than admit you are sleeping with me."

"This has nothing to do with you," he said, and was that guilt I heard in his voice? I didn't even think this bastard was capable of feeling guilty.

"Just open the door; let me make it up to you."

"Fuck off! I want nothing to do with you. I want to go back; I want to see Deric."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do!! He was a lot better to me than you ever were!!"

My anger was getting the best of me, and I said whatever sentence came to my head. I wanted to hurt Silas just as he had hurt me; even if it was his ego, then it was fine as well.

"He was nicer, he was more handsome, more polite, and he fucked a lot better!!"

A surprised yell tore through me as the door of the bathroom fell off its hinges; it flew a couple of feet due to the force of the kick and crashed against the cabinet. I watched as all the expensive shampoos that had been carefully arranged there got destroyed, such a waste.

I turned my gaze to Silas, who walked into the bathroom; his cold stare settled on me.

I quickly shuffled back as he marched towards me. There was a window behind me that led to a balcony outside, though I knew it wouldn't be such a good idea to go outside butt naked, not when there were still workers who would no doubt see me the moment I stepped out.

But the shame I would face was looking more appealing than facing Silas right now, not when he looked like he was about to tear me to pieces, or maybe bite me to death. I'm not even sure which one sounded worse.

"Keep away."

"Or what?"

"Or I am going to scream."

"Go ahead, see if anyone would give a fuck."

"I hate you."

"No, I don't think you do."

As I took another step back, I happened to slip on something, not even sure what it was. Silas caught me before I hit the tiled floor.

He didn't give me any time to catch my breath before he kissed me passionately. He kissed, sucked, and licked at my mouth, and I thought he wanted to swallow me whole.

He pressed his body against my naked one as his hand slid to my backside; he squeezed, which elicited a moan from me.

'Push him away; don't let him get to you.'

A voice in my head sighed. I knew that if I let him get his way with me, then it would prove that he had the upper hand. He just told me to my face that he was ashamed of anyone knowing about us.

I brought my hand to his face and tried to separate us from the kiss. In the process, I got my finger bitten.

"Ouch."

I stared at the blood on my finger with a dark expression. Silas brought my finger to his mouth; his tongue darted out to lick the blood away. His eyes remained on me the whole time.

"Does he?"

"Huh?"

I looked away from my now un-bleeding finger to his face.

"Fuck you better than I do?"

"Yes."

Fuck this guy and his stupid ego.

Silas frowned slightly, but the displeased emotion gave way to a smirk. He lifted me and placed me on the sink behind me.

"Then I guess I'll have to fix that."