Bite Me Mr Vampire.

A New Identity.

Persephone's POV.

I woke up about few minutes ago but for some reason, I have been staring at the ceiling for so long, one would think my life depends on it. Unlike usual, I did not have any dreams as I slept but the image of what happened that led to this moment is still fresh in my mind.

Who was that guy?

I mean, Damien did say that he was his subordinate and a clan member but why did he have to attack me. Instinctively, my hands move to my neck, where the handprints of that monster rests, although I am surprised to find that my neck is completely free of pain. I use all the strength I have to push myself up and out of the bed, going to the full-length mirror that leans against the wall.

A gasp escapes my lips when I find my neck free of red marks. I mean, I was in so much pain that I expected at least a little bruise but nothing Is there. Come to think of it, this is the second time I am looking for bruises on my body. The first time was when I woke up here and I was sure, I still am sure, that I came into this house with several gashes and broken bones but as I woke up the next day I was just....fine.

The distinctive sounds of glass plates and cups is what I hear from the kitchen and I immediately rush out of the room and down the stairs. As I get to the kitchen, I see Damien with his back turned to me and what looks like apron staps tied loosely across his back and neck. I walk slowly, making sure my steps aren't heard but of course he still picks up on the sounds of my little feet.

"I could literally hear things from a mile away but your foolish mind still thinks you could tiptoe around me" His voice is super raspy as he speaks and he turns around, not looking at me but going straight to the counter to drop the plates and spoons we will use for breakfast. I reckon he knew I would wake up because the food he cooked is definitely not for only one person.

"Sorry" I mumble, folding my hands in front of me and walking towards the counter.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, finally meeting my eyes.

"No I'm no--" I am cut mid-sentence by the loud growl that my stomach makes. I immediately grab my stomach with wide eyes as embarrassment engulfs me like a warm blanket and the heat rises to my cheeks.

"Uhh--- I-I could use just a little b-bread" I hang my head but the sound of his deep laughter catches my attention and I snap my head up like I have just been electrocuted.

It is my first time hearing him laugh.

More heat rushes to my cheeks as a particularly deep dimple pops in his cheek and I have to look away. My chest suddenly starts to tighten and it is difficult to breathe. I surreptitiously slap my stomach.

It is all your f*****g fault for growling and making him laugh. Now I can't breathe.

"C'mon" His voice resonates throughout the large kitchen making me raise my head. "I made tomato soup and bread"

What? How the hell did he find out about my favorite early morning combo? I thought he couldn't read minds.

My stomach growls again, this time not as loud but he still hears it. It makes him smile, I suddenly feel like my thanking my stomach now cause his smile is so beautiful.

I pull out a stool from underneath the counter and seat on it staring longingly at the bossom-like bread in front of me.

"Should we say a prayer?" He asks with a smirk. He is teasing me. He caught me staring at the bread and he knows I want to eat it so he is trying to drag it out.

"Are you religious?" I ask, getting impatient.

He shakes his head.

"Then it is not necessary" I immediately take the bread in my hands and bite from it, moaning softly at the creamy taste and soft texture.

I look up to find that he has not started eating his own food and is just staring at me somewhat expectantly.

"What is it?" I ask with a cheek full of bread.

"Is it nice?" For the first time since we met, he seems unsure of himself and I cannot help myself from thinking, how adorable.

"It's lovely thank you" I smile.

He lets me eat in silence until I am done.

Contrary to my pleas, he washes the dishes I used and takes out some wine.

"Isn't it too early for that?" I jerk my chin towards the wine.

"Oh, is it for you? I drink wine anytime. It helps when I am craving blood and there's none around" He confesses.

"Hmmm" I hum "well, lucky you. If I taste that wine there is a ninety percent chance that I would throw up"

"That is a sad life"

"A sad one indeed, I can't even deny it."

He pours some wine into a cup for himself and comes to seat on the stool next to me with a serious expression on his face.

"About yesterday" He begins "Do you remember what happened?"

"Of course I do" I fiddle with my fingers on my lap.

"I'm really sorry about Tobias"

"Its okay. Did something happen? To my wounds?"

"Why? You wanted to keep them for future reference?" He teases with a smirk, making me giggle too.

"No. I just-- I just expected to see a lot of bruises is all"

"I healed you."

My head snaps to him. I guess I was expecting a weird answer but nothing as mystical as him being able to actually heal me.

"You can do that?!" I ask in awe. "How cool"

"Did you just say cool?" He smiles again

"Yea it's cool"

"Well I guess I am cool then" We both chuckle.

Something crosses my mind. It is what I wanted to discuss with him before the incident yesterday, about myself.

"If you remember" I begin in a low voice "I told you that I wanted to discuss something with you once your visitors left"

"I remember. What is it?" He keeps his eyes pinned on mine, letting me know that he is listening to me and I have his full attention.

"You told me that you couldn't read my mind like you normally could with other humans and that my blood was so bitter it could terminate a vampire" I repeat all that he said to me that day, that has been stuck in my head ever since.

He takes a deep breath and looks away "Are you curious?" He asks and I nod.

"You shouldn't be. At least not right now, thinking about something that deep could hurt your mind. You're still human after all" He uses the tip of his finger to circle the rim of his glass.

"How am I supposed to live not knowing who I am?" I ask, more to myself but I know he heard me.

"You could do that. I know you're kinda on the run but there are several things you could still enjoy at your age." He looks at me "If we begin to look into that aspect of your life, the results may likely rid you of the remaining years of your life"

"I still want to know" My voice comes out deeper than usual, determination present in it.

"Don't stress about it--"

"I have dreams every night" I admit out loud. "They are so weird. The funny part is that they repeat themselves. Sometimes I could have one dream twice in one night, but when I wake up, I don't remember them"

This is the first time I am even saying it out loud to myself, talkless of someone else.

"It started recently" I feel the need to add.

"Did your mum tell you anything before she died?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"She didn't talk much, she was always sick. But she did mention that I wasn't normal though, once. I told her I wanted to attend a birthday party and she said that I was different from the other kids and that I shouldn't even be hanging with them. I brushed it off as her just trying to stop me from going" I inhale sharply when I am done.

"You were only a kid. You're not expected to grasp anything from that" He takes another deep breath "I have a friend, that we could go see tomorrow. We can ask her what you are, if she even f*****g knows" He combs his fingers through his hair in exasperation, pushing down the fallen strands on his forehead.

We sit in silence for a while, both lost in deep thought until he finally speaks up, quite hesitantly might I add.

"I have I theory, a hunch as to what you might be. Although I have only read it in books before, never seen it real life"

"What is it?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Never mind" He says but he pauses when he hears the determination in my voice telling him to "go on"

"I think you might be a witch"

A what?!!

You've got to be f*****g kidding me.