Chapter 2
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I wandered aimlessly around the room, searching for something—anything—to distract me before breakfast arrived.
Theo had hidden all of my art supplies to avoid raising suspicion, so that wasn’t an option.
For a brief moment, I considered lying in his bed, knowing that his scent would linger in the pillows, surrounding me in a way that might be comforting.
But if I did that, Lilith would probably pick up on my scent and get upset.
It seemed like no matter what I did, there was always a risk of doing something that Lilith wouldn’t like.
And after everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, I was already too anxious to sit in silence with my own thoughts. It was making everything worse.
I just wanted to close my eyes and not wake up until she was gone. Until things were back to the way they were supposed to be.
A sudden knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.
I let out a quiet breath of relief, assuming my food had arrived surprisingly fast.
I hurried to the door, ready to greet the servant with a genuine smile.
But the second I opened it, my smile vanished.
It wasn’t breakfast. It was Lilith. Just Lilith alone.
My eyes darted past her, searching for any sign of Theo.
Where’s Theo?
There was none.
My stomach twisted. oh no this is not good. This is bad. So bad.
“Hello, pet,” she said dismissively, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
I instinctively stepped aside, watching in uncomfortable silence as she strode across the room and into the closet, heading straight for her bag.
For a moment, I debated whether or not I should close the door.
Leaving it open made me feel like I had an escape route, but at the same time, something as simple as not closing it might set her off.
I hesitated before finally shutting it, telling myself I was overthinking things.
If she was this obsessed with being around Theo, then he had to know she was here… right?
I watched her closely as she rummaged through her bag, my nerves on edge.
After a few moments, she glanced at me, probably noticing the look on my face.
“Your Master is downstairs having breakfast,” she said, barely sparing me a glance. “I told him I needed to grab something from my room but forgot that it was actually in here, so… thanks for opening the door.”
Her words didn’t sound entirely sincere.
She was playing at something. She definitely has something planned in mind that’s why she’s here alone.
“Oh,” I replied softly, unsure if she even wanted a response.
But my anxiety spiked.
The fact that Theo didn’t know she was here sent alarm bells blaring in my head.
I didn’t know what to do except stand there, silently praying that my food would arrive soon and break this unbearable tension.
And then—she turned to fully face me, her golden eyes slowly raking over me in quiet contemplation.
A beat of silence passed before she finally spoke.
“What’s your blood type?”
I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat.
She couldn’t be serious.
She couldn’t be serious.
Oh Noo.
“AB-Negative,” I answered, forcing myself to sound steady despite the fear curling in my stomach.
But judging by the grin that spread across her face, she had heard the way my heart stuttered.
She liked the fear she was causing.
Her tongue flicked across her lips as she took a slow, deliberate step toward me.
“Really?” she mused, tilting her head. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had AB-Negative straight from the source.”
I felt like a deer trapped in headlights.
My brain screamed at me to move, to run, to do something.
But my body wouldn’t listen. I was immobile too terrified.
I was trembling by the time she was standing directly in front of me, clearly enjoying how terrified I had become.
I prayed—begged—for Theo to walk through that door.
Lilith wouldn’t actually consider drinking from me… would she?
She had to know how much Theo wouldn’t like that.
Unless… he had never told her.
A quiet, fearful whimper escaped me when she reached out, dragging her fingertip along the still-visible bite mark Theo had left on my neck.
I instinctively flinched away.
“You don’t think Theo would mind if I had a taste, do you?” she murmured, her tongue running over her fangs. “He’s such a nice guy—I doubt he’d mind just this once.”
“Why don’t you ask him first?” I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.
I took a single, cautious step backward.
“I-I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” I stammered, the air around me feeling thick and suffocating.
Lilith scoffed and immediately closed the distance between us.
“Of course you don’t,” she said dismissively. “But when have you ever really had a choice in this matter?”
I took another step back.
She stepped forward.
And then another.
And another.
She barely paused to consider my suggestion before shrugging. “I could ask,” she admitted. “But I’d rather just do it and deal with the consequences later. If Theo’s upset, I’ll make it up to him. That way, we both get what we want in the end.”
My legs tensed, ready to run.
Not that I had anywhere to go.
Lilith continued moving forward at an unhurried pace, forcing me back until I realized, with growing dread, that the wall was right behind me.
My stomach dropped.
As soon as she had me cornered, she’d strike.
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes as panic set in.
I was trapped.
Wall behind me.
Lilith right in front of me.
The couch and cage on either side, close enough that she could reach me no matter which direction I tried to run.
Even if I did somehow manage to escape her grasp, she was faster. Stronger. She’d catch me in an instant.
“I r-really don’t think he’ll like this,” I tried again, my voice trembling. “He hates when other people touch his… things.”
Lilith let out a low, menacing chuckle.
Then, in an instant, she grabbed my upper arm in a bruising grip and yanked me forward.
I let out a sharp gasp, my entire body shaking violently.
“I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we?”
And before I could even scream, she sank her fangs deep into my flesh.
Agony exploded through my body.
A scream tore from my throat as I struggled against her hold, trying desperately to break free.
Hot tears streamed down my face as her grip tightened, nails digging into my skin.
She wasn’t gentle—not in the slightest.
Even Ali had been gentler than this.
She fed from me greedily, completely ignoring my gasping breaths and trembling limbs.
She enjoyed my fear.
Despite the searing pain, I fought.
This was the one rule Theo had given me. The only rule.
And despite everything—despite whatever I truly meant to him—I wanted to follow it.
With every ounce of strength I had, I shoved her.
The force sent her stumbling backward, her fangs tearing from my skin in a fresh wave of pain.
I collapsed to the floor, crying out as I clutched the wound.
Adrenaline dulled the pain, but I could still feel the warmth of blood seeping between my fingers.
I barely had time to react before I heard her snarl.
“You b***h!” she spat. “How dare you!” She added, eyes bulging with rage.
I turned just in time to see her grab something from the cage—
The crack of a whip cut through the air.
A searing pain slashed across my back, ripping a strangled cry from my lips.
This is not how expected things to happen.. what an interesting turn of events.
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