His grip was too strong. There was no way I would be able to pull away from him. Nate knew it. I knew it. But even so, I tried.
His mouth went to my neck again, I could feel the tears begin to form in my eyes, and begin to run down my face. There was no stopping them. I could feel the tears fall down my neck and knew that they wouldn’t be enough to stop Nate.
He stopped moving for a fraction of a second, before looking up at me again. Surprisingly, his eyes held shame. Like he had just snapped out of a trance and realized what he was doing. His fingers wiped away the tears. I relaxed in his grip and–
What the hell was I doing?
I pulled away while his grip was lax and fell off of the bed in my haste. I pushed myself up and looked around quickly and ran to the bathroom. I locked myself in and slid down the door to sit on the tile, shivering.
What the hell had that been? I had a moment of weakness and that was all. Just looking for some comfort. I mean, who would want comfort after being kidnapped from the place where your loved one was? I just needed a shoulder to lean on and I had temporarily forgotten that Nate was the b*****d who had put me in this position. Yes, that was it...
There was knocking somewhere above my head.
“Winry. Come out of there. Come on...”
Nate stood outside of the door, feeling like an idiot. Acting this nice. Psht. He should have bitten her when he had the chance. But she just reminded him so much of...
He shook his head. No. She was dead and gone. This wasn’t her. Just looked like her. He had to get over that.
“Winry. Please?”
“No.” He looked down slightly. So, she was sitting on the ground? He turned and slid down the door and sat on the carpet, leaning his head back against the door.
“I said I was sorry.” No answer. He heaved a sigh and looked at the ceiling. Nate knew that he wanted Winry to be his. He knew it when he first saw her on that dirt road in Pennsylvania. She had reminded him so much of...Damnnit. He had to stop his thoughts from drifting back to that. All he could think about was killing the competition and claiming his prize.
Cian turned his face to the sky. They had to work quickly. The full moon was tonight and they would lose precious minutes from the transformations. He could faintly pick out her scent, but there were too many other scents interfering with his nose. The others felt the same, he had to work fast. Maybe he could try to sense for her consciousness. Try to talk to her. It might just work. The connection would be enough to lead him to her. Even if it were for just a moment, he could find her. He knew it.
He concentrated on her scent and filled his thoughts of her.
I looked around at the bathroom. Gothic, again. Seriously. What is up with vampires and the Gothic feel? I wiped the tears from my face and stood up. The mirror was only a few feet away, but did I really want to see how shitty I looked right now?
I don’t think you look shitty...
I looked around then stopped immediately when I felt a warmth fill me.
Cian?
Yup.
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ok just to warn you. There’s gonna be a lot of this changing POVs from now on so now you know what Cian and Nate’s thoughts look like. There isn’t much choice on the styles to put the font in so we have regular italics for Winry. Bold italics for Nate. And italics with underlines for Cian.
 VicinityObscenity · Tue Mar 18, 2008 @ 04:48am · 0 Comments |
