rest.
Belly full and thirst quenched, she stood up and crossed to the only semi-private recess in the room. Digging another hole, she relieved herself, using her blanket to hide her bare ass from anyone peeking in the window of the door. Finished, she yanked up her shorts, kicked dirt back into the hole, and went back to her corner.
Wrapped in her blanket, she curled up on her side and examined the vampire. He hung limply from the silver cuffs around his wrists, passed out cold. Thick chains led from the cuffs up to a wooden beam in the wall that could be swung out from one end, allowing him to be beaten on both sides, front or back. It disgusted her.
The blood she’d given him had healed the worst of his wounds that she could see, but he still looked like shit. That was good. She wanted to help him as much as she could, but she didn’t want Leeha to suspect that she was doing so. If that happened, she’d get thrown right back into her own cell, and Keira had decided years ago that she liked having a roommate.
Plus, by being in here with him, she could do what she could to ease his pain a bit until she could think of a way to get them both out of there.
She must’ve dozed off, for she awoke to find the vampire's eyes on her, his expression unreadable.
Immediately alert, she sat up with a wince, and put her finger over her lips. Grabbing the half-full water bottle, she tiptoed over to him; quickly checking back over her shoulder to make sure Blondie wasn’t paying attention. She didn’t know if he’d really care what she was doing, as long as he got his fresh meals, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little cautious.
As she unscrewed the top, she shot a quick glance up at Luukas, and her heart splintered inside of her chest at the utter desperation on his bruised face for that water. Hurriedly, she lifted it up to his lips.
He chugged it down in just a few swallows.
“More,” he whispered urgently.
“I have more,” she whispered back. “But let’s allow that to settle first. If you drink too much, it might all come right back up.”
His eyes silently pleaded with her, but she shook her head stubbornly. “Give it a little time, vampire.”
With a huff, he turned his face away, and clenched his teeth together so hard she could see the muscles jumping in his jaw.
She scowled up at him. “Don’t you go getting all surly with me. We have to be very careful. If the she-bitch suspects that I’m helping you, she’ll throw me back into the cell next door, and I won’t be able to get you anything from there.”
Still not looking at her, he gritted out, “Don’t feed vampire again.”
“But, that’s the only way to get you a blood bag…” she began.
“Don’t care,” he growled. “Don’t do it again.”
She shook her head. “I have to. I can’t let you feed from me. You’re so starved. You’d kill me.” She lifted an eyebrow. "And the fact that you completely hate me wouldn’t help things.”
“I don’t need it.”
“Oh, really?” she scoffed. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”
He shot her a dirty look from the corner of his eye: a semi-sane dirty look. Her lips twitched. Someone was obviously feeling a bit better.
A myriad of emotions crossed his face before it settled into just one: stubbornness. “No more feeding, witch.”
“My name is Keira.”
“No more. Keira .”
“Why do you care anyway?” she wondered. “As hungry as you must be, I would think you’d take what you could get.”
Confusion crossed his pained features. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Well, sorry, vampire, but I’ll do what I need to do. There’s no other way to get you more of that crap. I can’t steal it. They never let me out of here.”
Managing to get his feet under him, he braced his legs apart to hold himself up, standing spread-eagle against the stone wall behind him.
“Told you. Don’t…need…it.” Sweat trickled down his face as he struggled to hold
Belly full and thirst quenched, she stood up and crossed to the only semi-private recess in the room. Digging another hole, she relieved herself, using her blanket to hide her bare ass from anyone peeking in the window of the door. Finished, she yanked up her shorts, kicked dirt back into the hole, and went back to her corner.
Wrapped in her blanket, she curled up on her side and examined the vampire. He hung limply from the silver cuffs around his wrists, passed out cold. Thick chains led from the cuffs up to a wooden beam in the wall that could be swung out from one end, allowing him to be beaten on both sides, front or back. It disgusted her.
The blood she’d given him had healed the worst of his wounds that she could see, but he still looked like shit. That was good. She wanted to help him as much as she could, but she didn’t want Leeha to suspect that she was doing so. If that happened, she’d get thrown right back into her own cell, and Keira had decided years ago that she liked having a roommate.
Plus, by being in here with him, she could do what she could to ease his pain a bit until she could think of a way to get them both out of there.
She must’ve dozed off, for she awoke to find the vampire's eyes on her, his expression unreadable.
Immediately alert, she sat up with a wince, and put her finger over her lips. Grabbing the half-full water bottle, she tiptoed over to him; quickly checking back over her shoulder to make sure Blondie wasn’t paying attention. She didn’t know if he’d really care what she was doing, as long as he got his fresh meals, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little cautious.
As she unscrewed the top, she shot a quick glance up at Luukas, and her heart splintered inside of her chest at the utter desperation on his bruised face for that water. Hurriedly, she lifted it up to his lips.
He chugged it down in just a few swallows.
“More,” he whispered urgently.
“I have more,” she whispered back. “But let’s allow that to settle first. If you drink too much, it might all come right back up.”
His eyes silently pleaded with her, but she shook her head stubbornly. “Give it a little time, vampire.”
With a huff, he turned his face away, and clenched his teeth together so hard she could see the muscles jumping in his jaw.
She scowled up at him. “Don’t you go getting all surly with me. We have to be very careful. If the she-bitch suspects that I’m helping you, she’ll throw me back into the cell next door, and I won’t be able to get you anything from there.”
Still not looking at her, he gritted out, “Don’t feed vampire again.”
“But, that’s the only way to get you a blood bag…” she began.
“Don’t care,” he growled. “Don’t do it again.”
She shook her head. “I have to. I can’t let you feed from me. You’re so starved. You’d kill me.” She lifted an eyebrow. "And the fact that you completely hate me wouldn’t help things.”
“I don’t need it.”
“Oh, really?” she scoffed. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”
He shot her a dirty look from the corner of his eye: a semi-sane dirty look. Her lips twitched. Someone was obviously feeling a bit better.
A myriad of emotions crossed his face before it settled into just one: stubbornness. “No more feeding, witch.”
“My name is Keira.”
“No more. Keira .”
“Why do you care anyway?” she wondered. “As hungry as you must be, I would think you’d take what you could get.”
Confusion crossed his pained features. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Well, sorry, vampire, but I’ll do what I need to do. There’s no other way to get you more of that crap. I can’t steal it. They never let me out of here.”
Managing to get his feet under him, he braced his legs apart to hold himself up, standing spread-eagle against the stone wall behind him.
“Told you. Don’t…need…it.” Sweat trickled down his face as he struggled to hold
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