“I don’t think he’s talking to me,” I retort, suddenly feeling a little jealous. Jealous he can be around them without wanting to drain them. Jealous they get a relationship with him, even if they are just donors. What’s wrong with me?
“But…” the one pretty blonde pouts. “E?”
E? That’s not his name. That’s a nickname. One that Jax uses. Another twinge of jealousy hits. Is this where Jax and Emmett have been today? With them? I have absolutely no right to be upset or jealous, but that doesn’t change the fact I am. The way Jax was looking at me earlier with Callum. The way it made me feel.
I want him.
I want them.
He slowly turns his head to her. “Go,” he says, barely moving his lips. Do they know he’s a vampire? Do they know right now that he wants to feed on them? On me? That he could move with the swiftness of a jaguar and drain them in seconds?
“Emmett, what’s wrong?” She sits up, alarmed and confused.
He rubs his hands over his face and covers his mouth like he’s frustrated. “I will call you when I need you." They pull the needle out of their arm and place it on the tray beside them and take the band-aid laying there and put in on the inside of their elbow. Something that seems to be practiced. Something they’ve done hundreds of times.
Acting like drones, they stand up and walk in a line and stand in front of him. He grabs each of their faces and stares them in the eyes and repeats the same thing before they leave through a door behind him. “You may feel a little lightheaded from giving blood today, so be sure to drink plenty of fluids and rest. We had a good time talking about Greenlee Marie’s new album, and it was just the five of us after Jax left. You did not see anyone else and you will not talk about coming here todayto anyone.”
He walks them out and keeps his hand on the handle, gripping it tightly. “I meant for you to leave too,” he growls.
“I can’t.” I take a step back.
“You should.”
“Samara is here. Callum sent me down here. I couldn’t see and hit the door, hence the…”
“Blood.” The word slides off his tongue like a sultry mistress.
He’s still not looking at me and I know it’s taking everything he has to control his bloodlust. If I thought I could run and get away from him, I would. If I thought running back through the storage room and trying to open the hidden door would save me, I would.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t want you to, either.”
He chuckles and slowly turns around. “You’re brave.”
“Maybe a little stupid, too.”
His lips quirk up in a smile. “Back up some more.”
Without waiting, I take several steps back, at the same time he presses himself into the corner.
“You aren’t bad,” I whisper.
“You don’t know me.”
“I know enough. You’ve saved me once already, and you don’t want to act now.”
“I can’t control myself. I couldn’t.” He shakes his head. “Samara… I went to her and asked for her help. Asked her to take the bloodlust away. She took away everything. My desire for blood, the desire to feed. She took it all away. And then you… your blood.” He takes a step forward, eyes narrowing to thin slits.
“Emmett.”
“I just want to taste it. Just a small taste.”
“You wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“I… I’ll want to.”
He takes another step forward.
