The black truck pulled into the drive thru of a burger stand at the side of the road. They had been on the road for hours, and now, roughly about 8 at night, he had apparently decided that it was time for dinner. Though her stomach growled, and her limbs were even weak from not eating for so long, she had no appetite. So when he inquired what she wanted, she told him she wasn't hungry.
Her belly quickly protested, growling loud enough for him to hear.
'Traitor,' she growled internally back at her stomach. Rolling his eyes, he ordered one deluxe hamburger, a small fry, and a coke. After receiving the goods, he pulled around into the parking lot, and handed her the bag of food and drink. Thinking she must have heard incorrectly, she checked the bag again. There was only enough food here for one person. "Aren't you going to eat something?"
She looked over towards him, finding his arm starched so that his head was cradled in his left hand, his elbow propped up near the window. Keeping his head faced in front of them, he answered quietly, "Not hungry. Go ahead and eat."
Unable to ignore the ach in her stomach any longer, she commenced to be a good little captive, doing as she was told. Throughout the time it took her to eat, he said nothing. In fact, they still sat stationary while long after she had finished eating.
There was another, more odd ache that rose in her chest when she thought that he was just going to give her over to her Father, knowing what fate she would be doomed to, armed or not. Her feelings, as irrational as it was, were hurt. What was even worse, she realized, was the thought of not being able to see him again. Not being able to feel the rush, and even annoying embarrassment she felt around no other.
Her head turned to him, "What are thinking?" No answer. He kept staring out through the front windshield, in a way that reminded her of when she had told him about her past. She scoffed, feeling annoyed to think that she out of them two of them, had crossed the line. "Okay, don't tell me. But since we are so close to my Father, if you don't mind, I would like to stop and get something I could defend myself with."
"You're half human." He stated, seemingly off topic at first. "And as such, you shouldn't have inherited your Father's abilities. But somehow, you did. You ask me for something to defend yourself with, and the sickest part, is the most powerful thing you have on your side, I could never give you."
Her eyebrows came together, "I—I don't understand."
"And that's exactly why you don't stand a chance. There are rules about half breeds Mia, they are normally gotten rid of the moment they are born," his tone sounded on the verge of anger. "When your Father told me he had chosen to keep you around, there was no reason to inform me what you were. Yet he did. You had no idea about being part ice mage until I mentioned it earlier, did you? You probably can't even control it which is the only reasonable explanation as to why you think you would need something to protect yourself with."
If she could turn invisible, she would have chosen to do so now. "The morning after I turned 18 has always haunted me. It's probably the second most vivid memory I have. When I got back into the car to catch my breath after my Father told me about the engagement that evening on my eighteenth birthday, I had stolen his keys. Like a complete idiot, the place I chose to drive to was back home. A guess, a part of me thought he was drunk. That maybe if I went to sleep in my bed, when I woke up, everything would be back to the shitty norm. But then, the following morning, he woke me by hammering on the door with his hands. I knew I couldn't live there anymore. I couldn't marry a stranger. So I packed up, and climbed out onto the roof from my window. When my Father made a grab for me, I place my hands on his, and it was like a current running through me. His hands turned blue, and he released me. Then I fell from the roof.." She tried to keep her voice from trembling, though she couldn't erase the fear she still felt the moment she started to freefall, and thankfully land on a seemingly soft bush that slowed her down. "It was the first time I had ever froze anything. From that day on, I was on the run, not knowing what I was. Or what I did to deserve it."
After a moment, Michael started the car, and they were back on the highway, heading in the direction her old house was in. It was over. Her father would either kill her for running away, or worse, she would live to see the day where she was wed against her will.
They spent all twenty minutes on the road before he turned on a dirt road, leading them somewhat nosily to their destination. Beside him in the passenger's seat, she remained silent, thinking over what he had told her. 'They're not Ice mages,' he had said, 'They're vampires.'
At last, approximately a mile down the dirt road, the car came rolling to a stop in front of a paint chipped building. "What are we doing here?" she asked, breaking the silence, "I thought you were taking me home."
Those beautiful eyes of his remained on the house, his jaw clenched as he spoke the following words In a whisper. "Don't speak until we get inside, and I give you the okay. We may have been followed."
Watching his example, she got out of the car, and approached the house. Before they had reached the door, she spotted something metal that reflected the moonlight in his hand. Once on the porch, she realized it was a key.
The itch to ask if this was where he lived, threatened to come out, but she remembered his warning. That they may have been followed. And if they had...
If she thought the outside of the house looked like it was in bad shape, the inside was by far, worse. There was cracks in the molding along the walls, which had also been tagged by numerous gangs who attempted to claim territory, almost all of the tiles on the floor were cracked, some uprooted completely.
Closing the door behind them, she followed him into what looked like it would be the master bedroom, which only contained an endtable that was missing one leg, propped up against the wall,beneath a small window, and a very soiled carpet she couldn't tell the original color of. She watched somewhat baffled as he began to pull at the carpet, revealing a hidden handle in the floor.
He proceed to pull on the handle, lifting the small door section out and away from the floor, and gestured at her, like he wanted her to go down. She raised a brow, mouthing, "I can't see a thing."
Rolling his eyes, he crawled into the passageway, near silent thuds making his footsteps echo down what appeared to be a staircase. Looking up to her, he gestured at the door he had lifted from the floor, that was pointing up on its hinges, offering her a pale hand. she grabbed it, ignoring the feelings touching him gave her as she, with some diffucultly lifted it over them. As the seam of the door meet the carpet, thelast ray of moonlight, and her vision, was stolen from her. She could feel his fingers tightening on hers, guiding her through the dark as if he had memorized the topography of the walls, and knew exactly where to step.
Being submerged in this darkess only made the thoughts that had been running throughher mind the moment their skin had touched, come alive. All of the things he could do to her in such darkness, heightening the frightening and unforgiveably erotic nature of how he carried himself. Biting her lower lip, she tried to keep her wits about her, her nipples hardening despite the feeble attempt.
Without warning, he came to a stop, almost causing her to trip and fall on him. Ahead of them, she heard something shift, and latched onto his hand tighter when a rush of air hit her face softly. Shortly after this, he moved them forward five more steps, befoe stopping once more.
"Stay here," he whispered, releasing her hand, "I have a couple of oil lamps down here. I'll light them."
