Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 12

Holly's POV

The ride was silent and I could feel that there was a thick tension in the air. Damon spent his time staring out the window and I couldn't help but get the slightest idea that he felt guilty. I wondered if he was going to ask me how I'd gotten outside or if I was trying to run away. I wondered if I would tell him the truth.

I thought about how mad he had gotten at Isabelle's cousins, the rage in his voice was something I have never heard before. It was a side of Damon that made me question what kind of person he really was.

He was hot and then he was cold and it made him one of the most complicated people I have ever met. I couldn't deny that I was intrigued by his care and I wanted to explore that side of him but a part of me knew that he would hide that side for any and everyone or at least fight it as hard as he knew how.

The car came to halt and I gazed outside the window to see the entrance of a hotel. We had only been driving for around twenty minutes and so I wondered if we are going to go home tomorrow or if he planned on staying here longer. I turned to ask but Damon had already stepped out of the car. I hurriedly followed and watched as the car disappeared.

Damon marched into the lobby with me at his heels as he headed for the front desk.

The brunette girl behind the desk quickly straightened herself up and patted her hair down the second she caught sight of him. I stifled the urge to roll my eyes. She reminded me of Ade.

"Hi, what can I do for you," her high-pitched voice made me want to cover my ears.

It was almost as if I was invisible to her because her bright blue eyes were glued to Damon only.

"I'll take the president suite please, one night," Damon had whipped out his phone and was typing away at it, bearing her no mind.

She spared a confused look my way finally and began to type on her keyboard.

"Can I have a piece of ID please?"

I was half expecting Damon to refuse but to my surprise, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet and then a driver's license. I was tempted to grab it from his hands and check his birthdate.

The girl behind the desk presented Damon with a paper that he then signed on. Without her having to utter a word, he placed a metal black credit card on the counter. She grabbed the card, still glancing at him nervously, and typed away for another couple of seconds.

Damon glanced at me. I flinched away at the sudden gaze and I have no idea why.

She handed Damon back his card and an envelope," "there are the keys in there," her voice had gone seductive and almost overly confident as if she was trying to calm her own nerves," and a little extra surprise."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes now, not that she would have seen having pasted her gaze completely at Damon. Damon hardly gave her another look before grabbing the envelope and strutting towards the elevators.

I almost wanted to few embarrassed for the girl but in reality, I was impressed because had that been me, I would have struggled to simply talk. The elevator ride was silent and so was the walk down the hallway to our room. We arrived at door 2406 as stated on our envelope. It was the highest floor in the building and the entrance to our room, unlike the others, had two doors as opposed to one.

In cursive black writing read a sign; Presidential Suite.

I wasn't sure what to expect, mainly because the small amount of time I had spent in hotel rooms had been Inness and family resorts. He opened the door and unveiled white and grey marble floors that led down the hallway to what looked like the beginning of a living room. He extended his hands as if to say after you and I entered. The living room itself was bigger then a couple bedrooms combined with high ceilings and charcoal grey leather couches centred on a soft looking fur carpet. To the far left, right beneath a massive flat-screen Tv was an electric fireplace that blazed with orange and blue flames as if expecting our arrival. Further down the hall, I caught sight of an open door with the corner of a bed. I turned to locate Damon who had slumped down on one of the couches and was away at his phone again.

"This is incredible, this has to be bigger than my entire house back home," I couldn't hide the excitement in my voice even if I tried.

Without looking up, Damon mumbled," there's a hot tub too."

I almost ran down towards the bedroom and almost gasped out loud. An enchanting crystal chandelier hung above the king-sized bed and to the left of the room was the doorway to a balcony. I unlocked the hinges and stepped out to reveal downtown New York which was even more beautiful than I could have imagined. I ran back inside and began my search for the hot tub and found it inside the marble bathroom that was big enough to be an entire bedroom. I wondered if I was going to get a chance to try it out. I headed back into the living room where Damon was still sitting on the couch.

"I hate to sound ungrateful," I began, nervously approaching," but what are we doing here? Are you going to try to find me another witch or shouldn't we go back and -"

"You must be hungry, I ordered a couple of things off the menu for you, they should be delivered soon."

I was surprised at the thoughtful gesture but nonetheless, I needed clarity.

"Damon, can you answer my questions, please? I feel like I'm some sort of pet, following you blindly, I've almost died more times in the past few days than in my entire life-"

Damon's eyes whipped up to bore into mines and although they were angry, they held the slightest twinge of sadness," I'm sorry about Matheos and Elisabeth, I should have known they would have done something like that-"

"Damon, they didn't trap me, I ran away. I was trying to escape, to find a way out without being any more of a burden, I have my life to get back to."

"I know, I figured that," his gaze grew just a little bit sadder but it was obvious he was trying to hide that," But I still should have known they would follow you and try to hurt you-"

"You keep blaming them but it's you that put me in that cell to rot, it's you that murdered that jester and left his rotting corpse in there with me!"

I hadn't realized I was shouting until I stopped talking. I also hadn't realized how exhausted I was and the extent of the anger I was feeling. I didn't realize that I was sick and tired of having been thrown into this life where I had no say over anything constantly and it was draining me in more ways than I hadn't even acknowledged. Damon stayed quiet and for some reason, I felt guilty for having shouted at him.

"I'm sorry, I know your father is tough on you, I know you had to do it to prove a point but-"

It was traumatizing. It was horrid and easily the most terrifying thing to have happened to me yet.

I couldn't say that, not to Damon. Part of me knew that he hated himself for having done that to me but that part of me was still angry. To my surprise, Damon stood up and walked right over to me. He placed his fingers on my neck and traced the outline of my scars.

"I know that I terrified you that night when I killed that Jester and I know that your life has been flipped completely upside down."

I couldn't help but notice his usually bright and beautiful golden eyes had gone black. Brown veins shot from the perimeters of his sclera connecting to his pupils.

"I know this may all seem like I'm just trying to prove a point to my father or that I'm doing all of this to be King but I need that throne if I want the future to be better."

"Better how?" I whispered. His hands dropped to his sides and he took a step back.

"The way my father is running things now, I don't agree with it. For hundreds of years, the Cold Ones have bred villagers to use as their own personal blood supply. The Cold Ones have a treaty with the werewolves, they get the corpses of the dead villagers to feed on when we are done with them. Keeps them from feeding off of foreigners."

"If you were to be King and change all of this, what would happen to your people, or the wolves?"

Damon shook his head," I haven't figured that out yet, but there are other things that need to be changed. The Cold Ones law limits us in ways that we either get shunned or staked, someone needs to end the murder."

I couldn't help but notice that the brown lines in his eyes were multiplying. Blue veins became visible in his forehead as he spoke.

"My father always speaks about how the humans used to stake our ancestors because they thought we were monsters, maybe they weren't so far off-"

"Damon," I lifted my hands and placed it on his cold cheeks," your eyes, they're turning brown, are you okay?"

He turned his face away from my hand and stepped away, back towards the couch.

"I hadn't planned to stay the night, I thought I'd be back at the castle, I need to feed."

He grabbed his phone and typed away anxiously.

"What happens if you don't? Where are you going to feed?"

I didn't even know how to ask that question. I watched his fangs extend and dig into his lips. The veins on his arms and neck were now bright blue and visible through his skin.

I took a step closer to him but he flinched back," don't come any closer," he snapped.

"Damon, you need to feed, tell me what to do, how to help you."

He flung the phone across the room and began to head towards the exit. I ran after him, concerned, and yelled out," you can't go down there like that, people will see you-"

"I need to get out of here," he retorted but before he could leave I flung myself in front of him and against the door.

"Damon stop, look at me," I tried to calm him down by placing my hands on his face. The whites in his eyes had gone completely brown and his face was covered in blue veins. His torn lips bled from the fangs that had been pressed down on them and he let out a small growl," move!"

I'm not sure if it's the pleasure I had experienced when Xavier had bitten me or if it was my panic that something would happen to Damon, but I knew I wasn't thinking clearly when I let out my next words.

"Bite me..."

Damon pushed past me, throwing my body against the other side of the wall.

He reached for the doorknob but I flung myself at the door again, knowing if I let him go out looking like that, he would kill the first person he saw.

"Damon stop!" His eyes had gone unrecognizable. The hunger in his face was clear and it was even more obvious that he was trying to contain himself.

"Holly, get out of my way," he snarled the words out at me but I wasn't afraid.

I leaned my head back against the door exposed my neck to him," I won't be mad, bite me."

Damon hesitated for a second before digging his hungry fangs into my skin.

It was even more pleasureful than I could have imagined. The feeling of Damon's lips pressed tightly against my skin, his fangs buried inside of me send an intoxicating ray of thrill throughout my entire being. It was almost addicting and seductive. I wanted to be closer to him, I suddenly wanted him to engulf me completely. He lifted his hands and placed them firmly on my head, one holding up my chin and the other dug inside my hair.

I fell back against the wall completely and let his knee that pressed tightly in between my thighs hold me up. I felt my hands reach up without my persimmon and grip his hard arms. It's never felt this good to be in someone's embrace and the feeling was nothing like I had ever thought it to be. I couldn't help but moan out loud and felt Damon dig his mouth even deeper into my neck, groaning at the satisfaction.

I suddenly felt my vision beginning to get groggy. My bones were beginning to go limp and I knew I had to stop him soon. The feeling of pleasure combined with the feeling of exhaustion and my hands suddenly fell to my sides.

I opened my lips in an attempt to call out his name but I ended up whispering it.

"Damon," I breathed out," stop."

I tried to move my hands to push him away but his body was stationed as solid as a brick wall.

My vision began to go dark and soon enough Damon's hands and knees were the only things keeping me from collapsing completely.

"Damon," I breathed out again finally felt him began to pull back but it must have been too late because I had already slipped into unconsciousness.