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bare arm, the weaved
friendship bracelets on her wrists bouncing with her action. She presented her
fisted hand, her palm facing upward. Her words were soft. "Do you want to
drink from me?"
"I—" He regarded her strangely. His gaze went from
her arm slowly up to her eyes.
"It's okay. I just ate." She forced a smile as she
sniffled back her tears. "Please." She pushed her lips together
firmly as she tried not to cry. Glancing briefly toward the door when she heard
several footsteps, she chose to ignore them and turn her attention back to
Caleb. "Take it. Vampire blood is stronger than human blood. It'll help
you get better faster."
His voice was barely audible as he observed to her.
"Okay." Bringing her wrist to his open lips, he readied himself to
bite her.
When she felt his bite, she closed her eyes and gritted her
teeth. Caleb gently rubbed her shoulder, and she tried to focus on that
sensation instead. Big tears fell from her tightly closed lids, a small hiss
escaping her lips. Her head turned to the side as she fought the urge to cry
out.
"Ashleigh." Lucas' voice was soft, and the sound
made Ashleigh open her eyes.
She glanced at the men standing in the doorway. Her eyes
tried to avoid the Count's, so they fell on Lucas instead. Swallowing the lump
in her throat, her nose wrinkled upwards.
"Caleb," Lucas’ voice rose slightly,
"Stop."
Caleb slowly pulled away. He licked his lips as he stared at
Ashleigh. A grateful smirk graced his face, that bad boy spark returning to his
eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, leaving a bloodied mark on her
skin. "Thanks, babe. I feel a lot better now."
Looking at her love was so much easier than glancing over at
the Count's angry face. She could feel his eyes on her and seemed to be able to
sense his expression without having to look.
Putting her wrist to mouth, she sipped some of her own
blood. She had told Caleb she had just eaten, but that was a lie. She was
starving. Her eyes went to the Count's as she sniffled back her tears. She
wasn't strong enough to share her blood, and she was on the verge of passing
out.
"Hey," Caleb laughed. He reached over, grabbed a
piece of gauze near him, and put it on her wound. "Let me help with
that." His voice quickly took hold of all of her attention, and Ashleigh
turned to him and sent him a sweet smile.
"Caleb." Lucas’ voice was more commanding. His
brow lowered as he tried to get his son's attention once more.
"Yeah?" Caleb glanced at him then at the Count. He
didn't know who any of the men were. After taking a few seconds to scan their
angry expressions, Caleb's suspicious eyes turned to Lucas. "What's
up?"
"Here." Ashleigh quickly stood and handed Caleb
his shirt. "Let me help you. I should go, so they can talk to you.
Nathan's probably freaking out that I snuck out, anyway. He's such a girl about
stuff like that." She leaned forward and gave Caleb a quick kiss.
"I'll see you later."
She pulled down on the brim of her hat and tried to slide
past the Count and the others, but they wouldn't move from the doorway.
"Umm…" She bumped into the solid mass that was the Count. This made
her quickly look up, her perfectly painted eyes avoiding his and turning to Lucas
instead. "Master Mason? What's going on?" She was scratching at the
bandage on her wrist. Her head was reeling, but she was trying to play it off.
"I'm hungry." The Count spoke, the tone so deep it
sliced through her like a knife. He had an amazing voice, suave and smooth, yet
commanding and powerful. He sent her a very excited grin when he saw her fear.
It revealed his large fangs. "I wish for you to feed me as well." He
grabbed her arm and squeezed her bandaged wrist. The action made her wince and
let out a small hiss.
Caleb quickly hopped off the table. "Hey." His
brow was lowered, a challenging tone to his voice as he advanced on the Count.
"Stop it."
"Caleb." His father pulled him back and whispered
in his ear, "That's the Count. Watch your
friendship bracelets on her wrists bouncing with her action. She presented her
fisted hand, her palm facing upward. Her words were soft. "Do you want to
drink from me?"
"I—" He regarded her strangely. His gaze went from
her arm slowly up to her eyes.
"It's okay. I just ate." She forced a smile as she
sniffled back her tears. "Please." She pushed her lips together
firmly as she tried not to cry. Glancing briefly toward the door when she heard
several footsteps, she chose to ignore them and turn her attention back to
Caleb. "Take it. Vampire blood is stronger than human blood. It'll help
you get better faster."
His voice was barely audible as he observed to her.
"Okay." Bringing her wrist to his open lips, he readied himself to
bite her.
When she felt his bite, she closed her eyes and gritted her
teeth. Caleb gently rubbed her shoulder, and she tried to focus on that
sensation instead. Big tears fell from her tightly closed lids, a small hiss
escaping her lips. Her head turned to the side as she fought the urge to cry
out.
"Ashleigh." Lucas' voice was soft, and the sound
made Ashleigh open her eyes.
She glanced at the men standing in the doorway. Her eyes
tried to avoid the Count's, so they fell on Lucas instead. Swallowing the lump
in her throat, her nose wrinkled upwards.
"Caleb," Lucas’ voice rose slightly,
"Stop."
Caleb slowly pulled away. He licked his lips as he stared at
Ashleigh. A grateful smirk graced his face, that bad boy spark returning to his
eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, leaving a bloodied mark on her
skin. "Thanks, babe. I feel a lot better now."
Looking at her love was so much easier than glancing over at
the Count's angry face. She could feel his eyes on her and seemed to be able to
sense his expression without having to look.
Putting her wrist to mouth, she sipped some of her own
blood. She had told Caleb she had just eaten, but that was a lie. She was
starving. Her eyes went to the Count's as she sniffled back her tears. She
wasn't strong enough to share her blood, and she was on the verge of passing
out.
"Hey," Caleb laughed. He reached over, grabbed a
piece of gauze near him, and put it on her wound. "Let me help with
that." His voice quickly took hold of all of her attention, and Ashleigh
turned to him and sent him a sweet smile.
"Caleb." Lucas’ voice was more commanding. His
brow lowered as he tried to get his son's attention once more.
"Yeah?" Caleb glanced at him then at the Count. He
didn't know who any of the men were. After taking a few seconds to scan their
angry expressions, Caleb's suspicious eyes turned to Lucas. "What's
up?"
"Here." Ashleigh quickly stood and handed Caleb
his shirt. "Let me help you. I should go, so they can talk to you.
Nathan's probably freaking out that I snuck out, anyway. He's such a girl about
stuff like that." She leaned forward and gave Caleb a quick kiss.
"I'll see you later."
She pulled down on the brim of her hat and tried to slide
past the Count and the others, but they wouldn't move from the doorway.
"Umm…" She bumped into the solid mass that was the Count. This made
her quickly look up, her perfectly painted eyes avoiding his and turning to Lucas
instead. "Master Mason? What's going on?" She was scratching at the
bandage on her wrist. Her head was reeling, but she was trying to play it off.
"I'm hungry." The Count spoke, the tone so deep it
sliced through her like a knife. He had an amazing voice, suave and smooth, yet
commanding and powerful. He sent her a very excited grin when he saw her fear.
It revealed his large fangs. "I wish for you to feed me as well." He
grabbed her arm and squeezed her bandaged wrist. The action made her wince and
let out a small hiss.
Caleb quickly hopped off the table. "Hey." His
brow was lowered, a challenging tone to his voice as he advanced on the Count.
"Stop it."
"Caleb." His father pulled him back and whispered
in his ear, "That's the Count. Watch your
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