By her words towards the nurse, Jerome's eyebrows twitched a little. Friend. Well yeah, what other thing she could refer him as? Stranger? They knew each other barely for a little more than half an hour by now, but seeing that she had shared with him her problem, it was just natural for her to call him a friend. Yet Jerome was a little insecure by the 'friend' she spoke of. Friends Jerome knew were merely business partner, people or contacts someone had to survive and to take advantage from. What was that Jerome wanted from her? Her blood? Was he even able to love?
Shaking off those nasty and simply unnecessary thoughts, Brea stood up and told him to wait. Jerome merely smiled to her and winked her off. Upon her absence, he began to relax. Finally the scent of blood wasn't closely lingering in the air and he could hold back his urges better. His mind cleared up and his thoughts could be processed better than ever. He wondered why he had concerned himself of the needless things; his objective was clear after all, getting her in love with him-- Now a frown appeared on his forehead. No, the requirement went like... he was the one having to have feelings for her so that he was able to take blood from her! How stupid was he?
He swore in his head, everything seemed so ridiculous now. What the hell was he doing here anyways? It didn't have to be her, after all. However he had to admit that he could relate to her sadness in the past; betrayal and disappointments was also the reason for him to end up alone. For the first time it was Jerome who just couldn't leave her alone like that. Plus, her blood was smelling unnecessary delicious, it hurt his throat.
Then Brea appeared, her forehead treated and scent of blood was gone (though there were still traces lingering but it didn't necessarily made Jerome go mad. He stood up as Brea paid the fee and followed her outside. "Thanks for taking me, I guess it was a little worse than I thought," Jerome slightly gestured of him being right. "You really should look out for yourself more." He said with a smile and a concerned frown. "If you don't...that is if you don't mind... could you walk me to my apartment after we get back to the city? I don't know if there will be something waiting for me when I get there."
By her request, the frown got deeper. He was thinking, honestly concerning himself. Certainly it was a good idea to accompany her to her apartment, but the real question was whether it was alright for her to even go back there knowing that the 'something' knew the place. No, such thing wasn't really clever. There had to be another way. He attempted to suggest she should go to her family's place but then he had to think back to what she told him. And he really couldn't allow her to see where he lives; she would probably faint in shock at the worst. Seconds went by as he finally spoke: "Can't you go to your friend's place for the night? It would be more safe for you to be with someone else and not in your apartment that he knows where it is." Would it be too daring? Or should he just ask? Whatever her answer might be, if she refused and breaks off the contact, Jerome could still find other women right? Somehow he was still reluctant although well-aware of the fact. At the end, he said nonetheless: "I can stay with you for the night, if you allow me... but don't worry! I am not going to do anything stupid! I can stay up all night so you can be assured of your safety and rest. My house is rather far anyways... Of course, it's just an offer, I understand if you're uncomfortable with it." Stupid, stupid stupid stupid. Jerome swore in his thoughts, it was just too soon, she won't ever allow that. He cursed himself for being too hasty. He had to bite his lips and busied himself by excusing for calling a taxi.
Shaking off those nasty and simply unnecessary thoughts, Brea stood up and told him to wait. Jerome merely smiled to her and winked her off. Upon her absence, he began to relax. Finally the scent of blood wasn't closely lingering in the air and he could hold back his urges better. His mind cleared up and his thoughts could be processed better than ever. He wondered why he had concerned himself of the needless things; his objective was clear after all, getting her in love with him-- Now a frown appeared on his forehead. No, the requirement went like... he was the one having to have feelings for her so that he was able to take blood from her! How stupid was he?
He swore in his head, everything seemed so ridiculous now. What the hell was he doing here anyways? It didn't have to be her, after all. However he had to admit that he could relate to her sadness in the past; betrayal and disappointments was also the reason for him to end up alone. For the first time it was Jerome who just couldn't leave her alone like that. Plus, her blood was smelling unnecessary delicious, it hurt his throat.
Then Brea appeared, her forehead treated and scent of blood was gone (though there were still traces lingering but it didn't necessarily made Jerome go mad. He stood up as Brea paid the fee and followed her outside. "Thanks for taking me, I guess it was a little worse than I thought," Jerome slightly gestured of him being right. "You really should look out for yourself more." He said with a smile and a concerned frown. "If you don't...that is if you don't mind... could you walk me to my apartment after we get back to the city? I don't know if there will be something waiting for me when I get there."
By her request, the frown got deeper. He was thinking, honestly concerning himself. Certainly it was a good idea to accompany her to her apartment, but the real question was whether it was alright for her to even go back there knowing that the 'something' knew the place. No, such thing wasn't really clever. There had to be another way. He attempted to suggest she should go to her family's place but then he had to think back to what she told him. And he really couldn't allow her to see where he lives; she would probably faint in shock at the worst. Seconds went by as he finally spoke: "Can't you go to your friend's place for the night? It would be more safe for you to be with someone else and not in your apartment that he knows where it is." Would it be too daring? Or should he just ask? Whatever her answer might be, if she refused and breaks off the contact, Jerome could still find other women right? Somehow he was still reluctant although well-aware of the fact. At the end, he said nonetheless: "I can stay with you for the night, if you allow me... but don't worry! I am not going to do anything stupid! I can stay up all night so you can be assured of your safety and rest. My house is rather far anyways... Of course, it's just an offer, I understand if you're uncomfortable with it." Stupid, stupid stupid stupid. Jerome swore in his thoughts, it was just too soon, she won't ever allow that. He cursed himself for being too hasty. He had to bite his lips and busied himself by excusing for calling a taxi.