Alexander was disquieting. Simone felt her lip twitch as she ran through her questions, her heart racing faster when he smiled wryly in response. The redhead watched him closely, gulping as he pulled her with him as he stepped back from the counter. She had no other option but to oblige. If she didnāt walk with him, she would have been pulled along anyways. And she didnāt feel like falling to his feet or into his chest yet another time. Still, she went hesitantly, unsure of what he was playing. When he glanced down at her she felt herself inhale sharply. Everything about Alexanderās face seemed to haveā¦changed. It was back toā¦a look she hadnāt seen in his eyes since he had abducted her from the club. The fuck me stare.
Simone swallowed and felt her body tense, even more so as he turned her to look at him directly. She spun on her heel, her curls falling on her shoulders. The motion wasnāt something she expected and as a result Simone was somewhat out of sorts when she shifted her feet and looked from her hip where his hand sat heavily to his face, which continued to look down at her with a smoldering stare. She half wondered if he was looking at her the way a starving dog would a steak or if there was something else there, but that wasnāt something she asked him. Simone knew she had asked enough questions already. Her shoulders tensed and to a degree she took a page out of Saraiās book, shrinking as if to make herself smaller but given that they were the only two in the kitchen, and his hands were right on her, she doubted it might do anything but annoy him. But annoying him was good. Might make his eyes change. God she wanted those eyes off her. No she didnāt. But yes she did! He had kidnapped her from everything and everyone she knew and loved. But she knew then that if he kissed her, she would give in, that she would enjoy it and enjoy hating herself for it later. The conflict remained. He had kidnapped her. Going along with it all might help. But there was something else in her that genuinely wanted it, that remained curious about the man himself, the complexities of his personality. Much had been seen and heard, but she had experienced little of him all things considered.
āWhy do humans have different personalities?ā he retorted. Okay so the smoldering moment ended. Simone rolled her eyes and turned her cheek to him immediately. If he didnāt intend to answer seriously thenā¦ āSome have tempers, and some do not. It is no different for vampires, and Brigitte, well, she was raised to be my servant from the day she was born. She was stripped of everything beyond that by her parents,ā Alexander added. That comment seemed almostā¦barbaric. Raising children to serve others. Like slavery. The thought drew a chill up her spine. Whether it was him, and sensual, or the cold or simply the discomforting fact she couldnāt say. But it made her want out of his mansion more. Not only were there human slaves, but vampires born and raised to serve like them.
āAs for how vampires are madeā¦ā he began. She turned to look at him out of the corner of her eye, her lips taught and unsmiling as he drew a hand along her neck and down her back. Reluctantly she arched her back to his hand, the trailing of his fingers so delicately along her spine tickling her. She rolled her shoulders and tried to get away from him, practically squirming on the spot, her eyes locked on his, a slight flush taking to her cheeks. āIt can happen in one of two ways. Either a vampire is born, like any other creature, or he is made by another vampire once he has grown into the proper age. These vampires are of course born as humans. Some please a certain vampire and earn the right to his blood, which fuels the transformation. Others are simply changed because a vampire wills it, because it will benefit him or her in some way, I suppose.ā
Simoneās lips parted at that revelation, her eyes widening to a degree before she looked down at the floor, her hands bracing herself on the counter, thought she doubted she needed to. One hand rested on the ledge to her right, the only on his hand on his hip, her fingers ever more so pulling as his as if to get him off her like always. Her lip twitched and she felt her eyes burn, her cheek pulling with agitation. And slight fear. He could take away her humanity. The made her shoulders tense more than they were. Why had she asked these questions if she was afraid of the answers? He seemed sincere as well. As she flicked her eyes at him, Simone continually saw him staring right at her. She was beginning to feel like an ant under a microscope.
āWhere we are from, is a more complicated matter. You might refer to it was a parallel world to this one, in a fashion. It is not like we live in outer space, and our world, well; it has adapted to our needs. The sun, for one, doesnāt hurt us. In my native tongue, we call it Cruorem Orbis.ā
That thought made her breath hitch. So he wasnāt from here. It wasnāt another planet, per se. No. What he described was practically a dimension. And this world was hers and he had his and undoubtedly he would want to go back to his. That made her start to twist in his arms, the subtle complacent nature to her dissipating entirely as she turned away from him, wanting to do anything she could to get away from him. He had taken away so much. He had taken away everything. And now he stared at her like that. And to a degree it seemed he expected her to just take all of this and deal with it. She couldnāt. No. Simone gulped for air, feeling her lungs constrict as the walls in the room seemed so much closer. This place was a prison. And it seemed if anything to beā¦temporary. Everything could be dropped at a momentās notice. The smoldering stare, the teasing, the taunting, the toying with what she felt, it all disappeared. He was from another world and he would undeniably take her there and that was one thing she would never accept. Simone reached out for whatever she could, her eyes taking in the room so quickly. Where was the nice. Where was anything in this god forsaken place?
āI canāt stay here!ā she cried, her voice hitching in her throat. āIām not one of you. Iām not going to just drop everything and kiss your shoes. I want out! I want to see my sisters, my parents. I. Want. My. Life. Back.ā If he took her away from Earth, there was no chance of her ever getting her back her true freedom. "I don't want to know. I don't want to know any of it. I-I...shouldn't have asked. No."