Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 10

Nervously, I nodded.

"What do you think happens to foreigners whom we cannot find a witch for?" he began his stride back

to the door.

"Wait!"

He paused before turning back and the look on his mind made me hesitant.

"If I let you do this," I began," If I let you bite me-, the venom."

"Come on," within half a second he was at my face again, fingers trailing down my lips," I wouldn't

leave any, I'm not an amateur."

"Why would the witch help me, why would she do you any favors."

His eyes darkened the slightest and he said,"She does anything if I ask."

Confused, I decided not to press, instead, I said," Okay."

His eyes lit up in excitement, "Okay?"

I nodded, my gaze falling down to the floor.

Was this the right decision? Am I making a mistake? He's playing me.

I shrugged the thoughts of fear away and decided that I was desperate enough to do this. He moved

my hair and tilted my head to the side away from him, revealing access to my neck. His lips neared and

I could feel his fangs extending and rubbing my skin gently. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"You smell good," he moaned against my skin. I felt new shivers line every part of my skin.

I shut my eyes tight and dug my fingernails into my palms. I felt the slight sting of his fangs enter my

neck and it wasn't long before my vision began to blur. He sucked on my skin soft enough to ease the

burning sensation of his teeth. I got lost in the feeling of being drained and soon enough the bite

became almost pleasurable. I let out a sigh that was almost half moan and felt my knees weakening.

Almost like he read my mind, Xavier's hand's grabbed my hips at either side tightly holding me up,

sinking even deeper into my neck. His fingers trailed down the side of my body and I shivered in

delight.

I could feel his lips on my neck, lifting in a smile. His tongue traced a pattern on my skin and I let out a

soft moan. He pulled his fangs out and began to trail a line of kisses down my neck that sent me into a

frenzy. I wanted to both escape his embrace and melt into his arms.

In the night, seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. I watched the sunrise, not having

been able to catch a good night's rest. Lingering on my mind was the thought; where was Damon

taking me and where?

The regular routine of a maid barging into my room to drop off my food and completely ignoring my

existence replayed every couple of hours and I refused to leave my room. I was scared and

unprepared for what's out there. I thought of Xavier's magical bite and almost laughed at how stupid I

had been to let him have my blood.

I wonder if he tricked me or if he had been serious about the witch, and if so, how long?

I watched my reflection in the window and saw that the new scar was just a little bigger than the one

Isabelle gave me. I shivered when I remembered his fingers trailing down my sides and his soft gentle

kisses on my neck. How could he be so evil, so...cold but so luring. Everything about his touch was

inviting and I was almost disgusted by how badly I wanted him to bite me again. I fixed my shirt to hide

the scar.

I thought about my parents and friends and wondered if they were panicking yet. I thought of Jake, my

ex, who was the reason I drove out of town in the first place. Had he not cheated and tore me to shreds

I would have never felt the need to escape. I wondered what day it was and realized that I was losing

track. I walked to the dresser beside my bed and opened the cellphone that had no more minutes.

I can't believe I wasted my phone call.

The time and date were October 16th, 2020, 6:34 pm.

In just a couple of days I was expected back at school. I wondered when I'd actually be back, what

would my excuse be. I heard a knock at my door and stood up surprised because no one knocked. I

felt sudden excitement that it could be Xavier and the witch.

"Come in," I let out and walked in Damon. He never failed to stop my breathing with how handsome he

was. He wore a tight grey shirt that clung to his muscular chest. He took long strides towards me and I

blushed when the thought of him sucking Isabelle's venom out of my neck came to my mind.

What is going on with me that the thought of vampires biting me is turning me on?

"Get ready," he didn't greet me and instead jumped straight to the point," today you leave with me."

"Where are we going," I asked.

"You were right, the other day when you accused me of rescuing that man," his eyes shifted and he

swallowed," you were right, but father has sent me to retrieve him, and you are coming with me."

"What are you gonna do?" I asked already knowing the answer," When you find him, are you going to

hurt him."

"That is none of your business."

"You are making me come with you, I have the right to know."

"My punishment was to find the jester and bring him back to father, it is up to him to decide what will

happen next."

"You know he's just going to kill him," I pressed," he wouldn't spare his life, he won't let him live."

"Get ready," he demanded," We leave as soon as the sunsets."

I took my time to change out of the clothes I was into some dark jeans and a sweater making sure to

hide the scar. A guard led the way to the same garden where the ritual was held. I took a couple of

minutes to appreciate the fresh air and the fall breeze. The moon was nowhere to be seen and the sky

was almost pitch black, the only thing lighting the way was the outdoor chandeliers. Down the

cobblestone pathway was a black Range Rover SUV. As I neared the car, the guard stepped ahead of

me to open the door revealing Damon waiting inside. I got into the back and silently put on my seat

belt. When I heard Damon chuckle, I looked at him in confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"You're in a car with vampires," he let out, a slight smile that almost brought joy to my chest playing at

the tips of his mouth.

"So?" I muttered, confused.

"You still felt the need to put on your seatbelt?"

"Is it not a law in The Underworld to wear your seatbelt?" I asked half sarcastic and half genuine.

Damon stared at me for a second before finally saying," fair point."

He gestured to the driver and that was his cue to begin.

We exited the garden and drove through the woods past thousands of trees. The ride was mostly silent

and I was surprised to see that Damon was occupied by this cell phone for the entire ride. It was about

thirty minutes later that we finally exited the forest and entered what I can only assume was the village.

It was a small town, with shops and tiny homes and people.

Humans.

I fought the urge to roll down my window and watched shop owners prepare to close up their stores

and small children walking home with their parents. People quickly got out the way once they saw the

car and I wondered if, besides the car I was in if there was another. I saw horses on carriages and

realized these people don't have other means of transport because they didn't need it. They looked like

normal people. Besides the scruffy clothes, they looked no different than people back home.The closer

we got to the villagers the more of them I could see and it was almost impossible not to notice that they

all had bite marks No one was exempt, the mark of the Cold Ones was on mothers, fathers and elderly.

Why don't they escape? Why don't they find a way and run-

"They don't know," I jumped up at the sudden sound of Damon's voice and turned to face him to realize

he had been watching me.

"What?" I mumbled.

"You're wondering why the villagers stay instead of escaping somewhere else where they wouldn't

have to live out the entirety of their lives serving us, the answer is they don't know that there is anything

else."

"I don't understand," my mouth was suddenly dry," how?"

Damon looked almost ashamed when he said," we have guards that enforce each household breeds a

certain amount to keep the population steady. Each child bred becomes a native who will live out their

eternity serving us, as food, so we don't go extinct. It's either this, or we release our kind into your world

where hell would break loose."

"That's horrible," I whispered, "these people, they are humans, they deserve better."

"We don't kill them. Most die on their own after a certain age. We also don't harm them, we just..."

When he paused I caught his eyes and waited for his answer.

"We...need them. Just like they need us, we supply their stores, their food-

"They don't even have electricity! They are living in a world that died hundreds of years ago."