Page 39 of Those That Don't Exist
Thankfully she was careful to keep my boxers dry as she cleaned and dressed my wounds. Out of all the scenarios where I’d pictured her getting me naked, for medical purposes was not on the list. The blood loss, and pain, killed any chance of me getting hard whilst in my underwear. Not that they’d hide anything anyway. And as if to prove I’m not gravely injured my dick gives a valiant kick. I quickly grab a pillow to stuff on my lap, pretending I need it to support my injured arm.
I could use some blood to help this healing hurry up.
“Shit, I’ve left my stuff in the bathroom…” I blurt, remembering I stuffed some blood packets in my backpack, which I’d left beside the shower along with my clothes.
“I’ll go grab them.” Red quickly dashes out the room, leaving me alone. I take a second to get comfier on her bed. Fuck it smells good. Like her. I take a quick scan around the cosy space.
It’s homely, lived in. The light from the bedside lamp makes it cosy. I’m eyeing the titles of the books on her desk, a new stack from my last visit here, when the door reopens.
She steps through holding my stuff. Her hair catches in the lamp light but I can't see a single strand of red.
A Glamourer.
She’s a Glamourer.
Really not one of my smartest moments. I should’ve figured that one out. Whilst not overly common it's a power I should have thought of when I didn’t see her cast any magic. The fact she holds it in place at all times means she’s fairly powerful. Still, the constant use will be draining for her.Fuck, I got this so wrong.
One look at her emaciated body and my protective nature took over. Like hell I was delivering her to the pack. After I got over the shock of being able to count every single rib, and every vertebrae of her spine, my first thought was one of fear.
Adicious has already succeeded, he’d made the mate he so desperately wanted. I could return to the pack right now with her and he could complete their bond. Bile rises in my throat.Over my dead body.
“I grabbed some water and painkillers too.” She breaks my thoughts.
She joins me, sitting on her bed, although it's big enough we aren’t touching. She sits, legs crossed near the foot of it. She hands me a bottle of water and a pill packet.
“Thanks.” I take them from her outstretched hands and look at the pills. They are the kind you buy over the counter. Not strong enough to eliminate the pain but they’ll do to take the edge off. I quickly pop a few and chuck them down my throat before popping a few more.
“Woah.” She grabs my wrist. “You can’t take that many.” She gives me a concerned look.Cute.
“Trust me, the whole pack wouldn’t be enough to overdose me.” I give her a smirk and she lets my wrist go, scooting back on the bed once more.
“What are you?” she whispers. She asked me this the night of the party. I put off telling her then. I have no excuses anymore. I’m about to rip her world apart.
“I’m a vampire.” I look at her as the words leave my mouth, I watch intensely for her reaction. I wait for the panic, the fear. The disbelief. She gives me nothing. I add the second, and bigger revelation to get it over with. “My pack has had me watching you for the past few months because our leader thinks you might be one too.”
Again I wait again for the rage, denial, fear, anything. She just sits there, across from me. Has she gone into shock? Her heart rate is surprisingly level, far slower than mine is currently. Her gaze never leaves mine.
Her lips do shift subtly as if framing an “oh” but no noise leaves her mouth. I sit for what feels like an age. I was anticipating a freak out, not this.
“Vampires survived the cleansing war.” She sounds awed.Is this what she’s focusing on?It’s a statement not a question but I answer anyway for something to say.
“Yes,” I elongate the word, not sure where this is going.
“I always suspected. I’m writing my final paper on it.”
She’s talking so casually I think I might be the one starting to panic. Seriously, I’ve just confirmed the creatures wiped fromthe earth nearly fifty years ago aren’t dead and we’re chatting like it's an everyday conversation.
I try to speak but I’m honestly shocked at how well she seems to be coping with this bombshell.
“Not on their survival, but on the unjust persecution,” she continues as I scramble to pull myself together.
“I know. I hacked into your emails and have seen the plans you sent to your advisor,” I tell her. She goes quiet again but hell, I’ve just admitted one length I’ve gone to in stalking her and she’s still sitting there like we’re having a nice chat.
“You’re really a vampire?” she finally asks. I give her a small nod, still at a loss of how well she’s taking this.
“Prove it.” She gives me a look I can’t decipher. Half of me thinks she’s questioning my sanity, but the other part thinks she looks curious.
It's the first part that has me hesitating. As much as I think I know her, she could call the authorities, or the newspapers. I’m trusting her with the fate of my entire species right now.
