Alaska watched the way Oliver looked at her, chills crawling over her skin. When his fangs appeared, Alaska’s eyes got wider, and she fought to stay calm. She wasn’t shaking, but her hands curled into fists, defensively. That was simply her instinct.
His touch made her shiver, and Alaska tried to stay still. “How do I know I can trust you?” she asked, staring up at Oliver. “Prove that I can, first.”
¨You trusted me enough to come alone with me into a hotel room. Do you want further proof?¨ he spoke more silently now. His mind had been consumed with the hunger, the need to taste it. Yet he kept it under control, restrained the beast that wished so badly to tore that throat out and feast..
No.
Oliver cleared his throat, taking his hand off her. His gaze met hers again and he licked his fangs thoughtfully.
¨Please, tell me how I may prove to you that you can trust me, A.¨
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Fleeing again. Q v Q
“Oh?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “And how often do you…’feed off friends,’ exactly?” she asked. Alaska pursed her lips and let Oliver pay for a room before following him further into the hotel. She looped her arm around his as they found their door, then unlocked it and stepped inside.
Alaska leaned against the wall and bit her bottom lip, her arms hidden behind her back. “Well, I think you deserve a treat, every once in a while, don’t you?” she asked. She was trying to shrug off her nerves. It was a new experience, nothing more. No reason to be worried.
Really? That’s the biggest lie ever.
¨.. It has been a while now,¨ he said softly, eyeing her neck hungrily. It was no lie that he was starving for fresh supplies. The old bottles didn’t fix the cravings. However he kept his hands away and merely lifted his gaze to her eyes, allowing his fangs out.
¨Yes, of course..¨ he whispered softly, lifting his hands to rest on her shoulders. His movements were slow, and he kept his eyes locked in hers.
Am I really to be trusted?
Alaska grabbed her things and took Oliver’s hand, letting him lead her outside. As they walked she looped her arm with his; the touch of his skin kept putting chills across her spine. “Lead the way,” she whispered, looking up at him. Alaska tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
This would be either her biggest mistake…or prove very lucrative. “How do you usually choose your…company?” she asked, licking her lips. The idea of being called a meal still bothered her.
¨Usually I don’t.. drink it fresh, my Master fixes me these medical packs, or bottles,¨ he said rather casually. It had turned darker outside, his skin felt better. He lead her down a couple of streets, taking some turns here and there. As they walked he glanced at her a couple of times, smiling a little.
It didn’t take long before they reached the hotel. Not too big, nor was it too small. The hotel laid between two brick houses and the sign lit it all up. He opened the door for her before he walked in himself.
¨I’m just hoping Master and Daniel don’t find out about this or else.. well, they’re not very happy about .. feeding off friends..¨ he half-whispered, chuckling softly.
“Hey, that’s where I go for backpacking. Europe isn’t all that big, considering the major sights are around the Mediterranean, and if you don’t count Russia.” He trailed off, then saw how his look matched the brunette male’s look, indicating they were both recalling fond memories.
If Brent was good at one thing, it was noticing the change in a person’s facial expression. That, and riding a motorcycle for twelve hours straight without stopping for a second. His bike was his main source of transportation anyway, so sometimes he forgets what the time is.
“Not yet? Care to explain? Oh, that hunting thing was in Mystic Falls, one of my traveling destinations.”
¨Never been there,¨ Oliver said with a small shrug. ¨I just feel lucky that the hunters in this area haven’t found me yet.¨ Before he had moved he had contacted his sources and done the research. Better to be safe than sorry, he’d rather not end up with a stake in his heart or his head chopped off.
His gaze wandered as well as his thoughts. Obviously the other man was not human, that much he already had figured out. Should he tell him what he was, though?
¨I don’t think I told you my name? I’m Oliver, Oliver Lockett.¨
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“Breakfast? This late?” He was either an insomniac who had one weird body schedule or something else. “I was just out for a walk. I like walking at night; it’s rather soothing.”
¨Ah, I see. I just woke up, actually,¨ he said, smiling smally. She was right, it was soothing in the night. The silence made him calm, and he adored the stars over them.
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Oliver’s gaze was definitely making her feel like she was breakfast, and Alaska shook off another series of chills. She pursed her lips, a part of her debating whether or not this was a good idea. But she needed the distraction from reality, from her real pain. Her fingers continued over Oliver’s palm as she thought things over.
“Understood,” Alaska echoed. She looked up at him, nibbling on her bottom lip. “Hotel room?” she asked. Alaska could feel her skin flush, and she was sure the sight of her red cheeks would only add to Oliver’s temptation.
¨Works for me,¨ he smiled gently, his hand leaving her wrist. With an amount of grace he pulled himself up and picked his bag up as well, offering his hand to her. His eyes gleamed in the dim lights. There was one place he knew, not too shabby yet not too expensive.
¨It’s not too far away from here, I know a hotel. Once we’re there we could settle the deal,¨ he said softly, tilting his head.
She shrugged, hands in her pockets as she took careful steps. “Eh. Whatever you want, I’m not going to make you tell me.” If he wanted to tell her the truth, then he could go right on ahead.
¨Well, I was originally out to find myself a snack. Or more specific, breakfast,¨ he said casually, watching the empty street ahead of them. Unlucky person if someone decided to attack. He’d gladly take them as a meal.
¨What are your plans, then?¨
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Alaska smirked; Oliver was letting her see glimpses of the beast within now. Another chill ran over her spine at his touch, and she sighed. She could feel her heartbeat pounding against her chest, and the toxic temptation to tell him to bite her then and there was letting loose.
Careful.
What was this obsession with adrenaline rushes, now? It seemed that since her biggest trouble had come to an end, she was looking for new ones. The man who tortured her was dead; she didn’t have to run or look over her shoulder anymore. And yet, a part of her wanted to.
Alaska ran her fingers over Oliver’s arm slowly before she found his hand again. “I don’t appreciate being consider a meal, Ollie,” she whispered, tilting her head to the side. She smiled, not wanting him to misunderstand. “I thought we could come up with an agreement…an exchange, of sorts?” She pursed her lips, her eyes never leaving his hypnotic gaze. She couldn’t take him home. “Where did you have in mind?”
¨Understood,¨ he said lowly and nodded. It started to hurt now, inside. So hungry, it ached. His eyes saw into hers and he licked his lips, trying to think of somewhere safe they could work the deal out. After all both parties had to agree, no?
¨.. All we need is an empty room, absolutely no one must see us. Understood? I have knowledge of some.. people who don’t appreciate my kin around here¨ he chuckled, trying to make her understand.
It’s tearing me up from the inside, roaring at me to feed it. I can’t contain it much longer, I have to feed this hunger.
