"Zyn, please don't do that." I said as my heart sank.
"Then why am I here?"she whispered. Her voice full of fear.
I could not tell her the truth. I could not tell her that she resembled my love Annalise so closely it almost brought me to tears just being in the same room as her.
"Zyn, all you need to know is your safe and you are warm. You don't have to worry about food or a place to sleep." I truthfully said.
"Why?" Zyn asked.
"Because I said so!" I picked her up off of my lap and tossed her on the bed with little effort. The towel fell from her body and revealed her luscious breasts. I could not think of that right now.
The master bedroom had no windows for her to escape from. I stormed out of the room and locked it from the outside. My frustration getting the better of me.
I flitted into the kitchen and started making one of Annalise's favorite breakfasts. Cooking, even though I couldn't eat, has always calmed me, I was cooking Oatmeal with cinnamon and toast with marmalade, with apple juice. Not a hard feat to master, the meal was finished in minutes.
I put the food on a wooden bed tray and walked back to the room.
I knocked on the door and I heard her cry out in pain.
I busted the door down, it was in splinters, and the food tray crashed to the floor and the plates broke.
I saw her in the bathroom. She was bloody. I almost couldn't comprehend what had just happened. She was still clutching onto the straight razors that I kept for appearances.
I rushed over to her. The blood was pouring from the deep vertical cuts on her wrists. I was so close to letting the bloodlust take over. If I were a century younger I would have killed her on the spot. With all the courage I could muster I picked her up and took her to the sink to rinse the blood off. She was fading fast and in my soul I knew she wouldn't last long enough for me to take her to a hospital. I did what came to my mind first. I bit into my own wrist and let the thick blood ooze from the punctures. I put my wrist up to her mouth, and with all the strength she had she tried to wriggle away. I pushed my wrist up to her lips.
She latched on like a babe to a nipple. She drank like it was her last drink. My head became light, and I willed her to let my arm go. She wouldn't turn. She would just heal. The slits healed as fast as they were made. She cried. I held her and whispered near tears myself "Why, Anna? Why?" Over and over again.
"My name isn't Anna, and what are you?"
She slurred. The tears being replaced with a lustful grin. The high of vampire blood to a human is much like being drunk, with a few exceptions. The first exception is that instead of putting a damper on the sex drive it kicks it into overdrive. I could already smell her sex dampening.
My mind was at war with its self. I wanted to fuck her so bad, the sweet and tangy smell emanating from her nether region was intoxicating, but I knew if I had her, I would kill her. I am too strong for mortals.
"What are you?" She repeated.
