It was mid-afternoon when Arda finally woke up. Arda looked at Ctesasisl, he was beyond beautiful. He was a god; truly some Atlantean deity from the old legends. He had wavy chestnut brown hair that seemed to sparkle in the afternoon light, sensually full lips that seemed made for kissing, and handsome features that weren't too square or too fine. His body was all muscle; not the bulky, over-developed kind, but those of an athlete; a runner, a fighter...a killer...a vampire. That thought made her shiver.
Why hadn't she considered that he was nothing but a killer when she was fucking him just the other day? Arda definitely felt true love for Ctesasisl, but was her love unrequited?
Ctessaisil looked at her, his human friend... perhaps his only friend. "You're very angry, Arda...pissed off with me because we didn't stop yesterday. I'm only trying to save you. Can't you understand that? Ctessaisi desperately questioned.
"You're reading my mind again, I don't like it when you read my mind."
"I wish.." Ctessaisil said hesitantly "that my telepathy was easy to control, but it's not...now that I can see your eyes, I can sense your thoughts. There's nothing I can do about it, and you're a human, you can't guard your mind and hide such things." He chuckled. "And you're thinking very loudly because you're upset."
She nodded, not so sure what to say. Fucking shit! She didn't even have to say anything. Ctessaisil knew she was upset so Arda couldn't even let her emotions out by yelling. Sometimes it was good to clear the air, Arda couldn't even do that. Her very survival depended on Ctessaisil.
"If you don't look at me and you control your emotions it makes it more difficult," he said hoping to help.
She nodded and bowed her head even as she took a deep breath to control her temper. She'd be damned if she let him read her mind. No one would violate her like that again. Even if it meant being an island on to herself.
Her deep breath had calmed her. "Alright, what do we do now?" Arda questioned. Even though she was still pissed at Ctessaisil, Arda had faith that he would protect her. The passion that he put into their lovemaking had to mean that she was more than a good shag...right?
"I want us to be friends again, Arda...could we try that again?" Ctessaisil begged. He knew that Arda was pissed at him. He couldn't exactly understand why, over the ages he'd lost his understanding of people's souls. He just wanted to be friends with Arda, she meant so much to him. Even if she didn't know it, yet.
"In the other room, I have some games...would you like to play them with me. While we bid our time. I could also summon you something to eat. You've got to have something, you're still not well and the other day I took alot out of you."
It was the first time that Ctessaisil had mentioned what had passed between them. Arda noticed that Ctessaisil hadn't shared his thoughts with her. She was just a person he could "take a lot out of". He might as well be taking her blood, that's all she was to him. A vessel to be used--an instrument in his survival.
Still there was nothing to be done but wait, Arda figured she may as well be nice to Ctessaisil even if she was just a toy he was playing with. Arda could enjoy these last few moments too. It would also help take her mind off her impending doom.
"Sure, I'll play some games with you Ctessaisil and if you want to summon something for me to eat, I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich, tomato soup and some coffee. It's cold up here in Newfoundland and I don't think your heater is working properly."
Arda followed Ctessaisil out into the living room. It was covered in deep orange and brown shag carpeting. The living room was wallpapered with a paisley design. A record player was in the corner, as well as a TV with a built-in liquor cabinet.
"Interesting design, choices...very fashionable." said Arda, she was getting back at Ctessaisil by being sarcastic. But, her sarcasm went unnoticed. When Ctessiasil had it designed back in the 1950s it had been very fashionable. The 1950s had only been a few decades ago. What was a few decades to an immortal vampire?
"Your lunch is here...I'll set it down for you." Arda was combing her hair and Ctessaisil looked on. He remembered how soft it had felt in his hands. Ctessaisil remembered how sumptuous her skin was, he wanted nothing more than to adore it all over again. A woman like Arda deserved to be adored.
"Checkers, chess or some other game?" asked Arda.
"Let's go with Chess, Arda...it's a game almost as old as me. The game requires strategy, patience and tactics. Those are all things I could work on....so let's play?!" Ctessaisil asked hopefully. He wanted to spend time with his mortal friend, to show Arda he cared for her.
"Alright..let's play...I'll be white though, ladies first?" She sat down and started sipping her coffee.
"Your move, Arda." said Ctessaisil. Gesturing towards the already set chessboard.
