Bloodstone Chapter Three

The next time I awoke, I opened my eyes to see him not there. I sat up against the couch, sighing. I swung my feet down and shakily tried to stand.My knees shook and almost gave up, but I managed to stay up. I walked towards a door and opened it, finding a kitchen in that room. I dug around until I found some of the liquid substance he had been feeding me. I drank some of that, and then made sure to drink some water, not sure if he would feed me regularly.
I yawned and walked back out the door to the room I came from, before being pushed against the wall. I let out a small gasp and looked up, seeing the man from before, pressing me to the wall. His eyes had a slight tinge of red to them, and when I met his gaze he grinned. I tried to squirm away but he had me trapped.  I gulped, and then said shakily "What…are you doing…?" His grin grew wider as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear "I'm hungry again, little human…" I could feel myself start to shake.

He moved his lips to my neck, and I whispered "Please…If…If you keep drinking from me like this…I will die…" tears started to well up in my eyes. He laughed slightly at that. "I'm only using you for blood, if you die…you die, your life means nothing to me" I felt the color drain from my face at this. I was going to die… maybe not now, but he was going to kill me. I know he saw my fear, because he chuckled and released me. As soon as he let go I fell to my knees against the floor, still shaking.
He grabbed me up into his arms and carried me to the couch, carefully setting me down. I looked up at his, as he sighed "I'm going out" he said. He slowly walked to an iron door on the other side of the room, and exited, the door making a beeping noise as he did so.
I sat there, staring blankly at the floor while sitting on the couch, and for the longest time I didn't move, not even a muscle. And when I finally moved, I stood up and nearly fell again, cursing myself for my clumsiness. I walked across the room and opened a polished oak door, entering it and realizing I found a study.
The room was furnished with many wooden bookshelves, painting decorating the walls, and a few chairs scattered around the room. On the far left corner of the room sat a mahogany desk, with a matching chair. I walked over to it, noting the air smelled like dust, and old books, giving me the feel as if I were in a regular library. I sat down in the chair, making it creak under my weight.
I stretched and then something caught my attention on the desk. A book lay there, seemingly aged. I picked it up and blew a bit of dust off of it. Romeo and Juliet, What a classic. I smiled, opening the book that surprisingly, was one of my favorites.
I read the book against the desk and my head propped against my jaw, for hours. When I suddenly felt a slight bit of hot air on my neck, and a whisper in my ear, "Boo…" I jumped letting the book close shut. I slowly turned around to see him, smiling at me. "That…wasn't funny" I glared at him, which only made him smile more. I let out a puff of annoyance, but he ignored it and grabbed the book into his hand.


He turned it over and looked at it then said to me, "So…You are a fan of Literature, No?" He looked up to meet my gaze. "Yes…" I admitted, shamefully. No one thought it was 'cool' to like it, these days. He smiled and softly kissed my cheek. I slight blush came to my cheeks, as he then picked me up. "Where are we going…?" I asked, looking up at him.
He briefly looked at me before saying "You need to rest…and so do I" as he walked me through several rooms until we entered a large bedroom. We approached a large black bed, and he set me gently under the covers. I was surprised at his gentleness, as I slid in the other side of the bed. He grabbed me close to his chest, pulling the covers around us. I couldn't help but blush.
He rubbed my back gently, sliding his fingers up and down my spine. "Sleep, little human. You'll need it…" He smiled, and I saw him close his own eyes. I closed my eyes as well and tried to will myself to sleep. I felt myself drifting off to sleep, then darkness.