Post #2016518 in Sanguis Vinculum, a roleplay on RPG

The unsettled state of her stomach had Stella sitting quite still. As she leaned her weight into her legs a pressure rose in her chest, however, and quicker than she would have liked she slid her legs back out into the sheets and reclined back into the various pillows stacked on her gurney. As she pulled the blankets away from her shoulders she caught sight of her left hand and the one in which she’d been given her IV. The small spot from the needle was visible for a moment, with dried blood surrounding it, but as she looked at it she could have sworn she watched it face and close before her. Swallowing, she tucked her hand back beneath the blankets.

As Raziel began to move, she turned to watch him. He was coming back to her side, even kneeling by her bed side. From her bed she couldn’t help but think of him as near obscenely tall. When he was eye level to her again she felt her skin tingle. Her body was at attention with him so close. He had saved her, yes. And while she felt somewhat revealed to him in that he’d been the doctor on her case, she was grateful. If she had never met him, she would have been dead, without question.

"Stella I never stopped caring,” he began. He was softer in his voice, his eyes looking at her as if he hadn’t imagined her wanting him close. He really does take rejection hard, she thought, turning onto her side to look directly at him. “I have been watching you. I have been keeping track of you making sure that you where doing well. And you seemed to be doing fine that's why I chose to not approach you again. I am sorry that you have felt alone, I didn't mean to hurt you, I never wanted that,” he explained.

“When you practically kick a girl out of your car, you hurt a person,” she said bluntly.

“I just thought that maybe you needed time to yourself to think without me being a constant looming figure about you," Raziel replied with a sigh before moving to stand. Her eyes followed him and her lip twitched. It was odd to think that she had been followed. Then again, she’d never truly watched out for a stalker. While she was wealthy and essentially a celebrity the paparazzi had never truly intruded. They likely would that day, however. The idea made her close her eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply as well. He did care.

"You reminded me that I didn't tell you the reason that the counsel forced me to take on a blood bond. Well, if you wish to know why I will tell you. I will tell you anything you want. I will be what ever you need me to be. If me being here is what you want then I will gladly stay," he concluded, turning to sit in a chair against the wall. As he settled his head into his hands she could see how wary he looked. "Tell me what you want," he asked her.

He was giving her the chance to ask for anything and her mind seemed to be immediately at war with itself. The subdued and satiated vampire within her demanded the death of the man who had shot her. It was such a strange feeling, knowing that a side of her wanted the impaired man dead for what he’d done – if anything not for revenge but to prevent it from happening to a person who could not survive such wounds. Then the other side, the small human side to her conscience simply wanted a night’s rest with him there and the reassurance that he wouldn’t just leave.

“I want to stay with you,” she admitted. “I don’t think I can handle my father coddling me when I’m like this, but I don’t know what kind of excuse to use. I want to get to know you and understand what being what I am entails. And I want to sleep,” Stella concluded with a yawn and half smile. She could see he was sleepy and she knew her own exhaustion paired with him own had her eyelids feeling heavy despite having only been awake for less than an hour.

Snippet #2016518

located in Manhattan, New York, a part of Sanguis Vinculum, one of the many universes on RPG.

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