I stood there frozen, watching the door open, the delicious smell of blood hit me. The coppery smell invaded my senses; my mouth started salivating and it took all my strength, not to lung at the person opening the door.
Quickly grabbing it, I pierced my sharp nail through the plastic container at the top and began drinking the blood desperately quick. Once the coppery taste of the delicious crimson liquid hit my tongue, I let out a guttural groan and closed my eyes in relief. I just couldn't help it. I took a big greedy gulps and felt my muscles relax, my throat didn't feel parched and my fangs didn't hurt anymore.
I slowly turned around, feeling the presence of the man that brought me the blood. He eyed me cautiously, taking in my every move. We stood there staring at each other for God knows how long.
The corners of my lips raised into a smile which I tried to hide. I liked the way he was cautious of me. My long sharp nails disappeared but my fangs stayed. It always took longer for the fangs to go back to their normal length. I sat across the bed, my back leaning against the cold wall my legs crossed at the knees dangling over the edge. His eyes were still glued to me, his stone-hard stare piercing through me.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice stern and steady, finally breaking the silence that engulfed us.
That seemed to snap him out of the stare and he chuckled. Amusement flashed in his eyes. "If you don't try anything I won't shoot you, plus the drug is still in your system." His deep voice rang in my ears as he took a few steps into the room. "As of who I am? I could be your enemy or your ally. That's up to you to decide" he said, his voice calm and steady.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I narrowed my eyes at him. "How can we be allies... you're a slayer. My species doesn't mix with yours" I replied with venom in my voice.
He smiled "oh so you pieced that together" he raised his eyebrow at me. I just watched him, wanting him to answer my question. "We could work together, help me bring down the vampires and I let you live," he said seriously his eyes boring into mine.
I stared at him for a second, when my mind registered what he said I began to laugh loudly. I laughed so much my stomach began to ache and tears ran down my cheeks. When I glanced at him, he was staring at me his eyebrows furrowed and irritation flashed in his eyes.
"Don't you want a normal life?" He asked me raising an eyebrow at me.
When he saw I wasn't going to give him an answer he added "with the vampire council alive, they won't leave you alone. You will be on the run until they get to you and kill you. This is your chance"
My eyes were on him, watching him take in all the words he was saying. I knew very well they wouldn't leave me alone. I knew very well I had no chance to have a normal life but I still couldn't trust him.
He was eyeing me, his face stoic. I knew he was trying to read my face but I kept my face unreadable too. We stared at each other for a good minute.
A mental war stormed in my head, one side of me wanted to take this offer and finally get my life together, this side wanted me to trust him. Trust that he was honourable and wouldn't betray me. But the other side doubted everything he said. He would let me live only until I would help him but then he would kill me. That's what he does. Killing vampires. And I was half-vampire. He could see me as a threat.
"Help me and you will be free of them." He said, snapping me out of my mental war, interrupting the silence that filled the room.
I narrowed my eyes at him "and how do I know you won't stab me in the back once I help you. How do I know you won't kill me"
"All I can do is to give you my word." He said calmly.
Suddenly anger took over my body "Your word means nothing to me. I've been abducted and drugged more than once by one of your people. You keep me here locked like a prisoner, and I have done nothing wrong to you. Yes, I am a hybrid, half-vampire and werewolf but I never feed on people. You want me to trust you yet you treat me like a prisoner. Trust needs to be earned...not demanded"
I let out an angry sigh, I brought my knees closer to my chest, hugging them my forehead resting on them. Anger was still bubbling within me but slowly subsiding. My mind drowned in thoughts of the conversation I just had with him. He wanted me to work with him, to kill the ones who wanted me dead. But trust was a luxury I couldn't afford. I always had a problem trusting people, now, I would have to trust him.
My mind wandered to what would my life be if we did succeed, what would I do. Would I find love and home? Would I have children? Or career?
I let out a sigh and shook my head as I gazed out of the window. I needed a break from those thoughts.