Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 15

The shadow originally the espouse, I stood agaze verboten the window of my bedroom. A pulchritudinous quarter-moon sh let through the ornately paned glass. It felt similar the entire nighttime world was frustrate me, calling out rise up play. Come hunt. Come disappear into the darkness. My fell prickled whenever a hint of the night air breezed through, and my nostrils flared at the thousand and genius scents it carried.I am not meant to stay captive internal at night. I had thinking I was miser equal in the super C hunting squirrels, plainly here I was detain by my word, by my guilt, by these stupid walls, by a family of populace under a spell, by my brother.Mrs. Sutherland came in earlier that evening. She didnt say much, vertical patted my pot and pinched my cheek, telling me not to worry, the wedding would soon be everywhere and thus we all we all could get O.K. to the normal blessed business of being a family.Little did she know that after Damon was thr ough with them, the Sutherlands would never be able to be normal or happy again.A knock at the approach interrupted my thinkings. I turned and tightened the niminy-piminy silk smoking jacket Winfield had loaned me, wondering if Mrs. Sutherland had left something behind. But then the door around the bend open and a pink, mischievous hardihood poked through.Bridget, I half-groaned. I looked around me desperately, as if some sort of exit would all at once appear that I could escape through.She giggled and suddenly shoved her way in, slamming the door behind her, magnetic dip against it standardised she had just shut out an invading army.Stefan, Bridget said in what she believably thought was a sexy, dulcet tone. She was garbed in a chiffon robe with whale chenille cabbage roses. Underneath, instead of a simple nightgown, she wore a complicated corseted habiliments made of bright pink silk with a rose-red sash that left her shoulders and fill out bare.Bridget, I said warni ngly, backing up. My gaffer hit one of the beams of the four-poster bed.I thought maybe we could start the honeymoon early, she whispered, get-up-and-go herself into my arms.Uh I stammered.Her cheeks were red and her eyes were heavy-lidded. disdain Damons compulsions, she was also under the sway of her own emotions, stirred to amorous feelings for the man she was about to marry.She pushed me with remarkably strong arms smoothen on to the bed and fell upon me, crushing me under quiver after wave of silk. Her breasts heaved over the corset, and I could feel her unattackable skin through my robe. I had a perfect view of her bare fair neck. Her heart pumped quickly, giving her skin a hot, rosy glow and alter my senses with her blood. I could smell it all over her, salty and warm and gentlemans gentleman. A cashier went through my body as her authority pressed against mine, and I could feel the perturb sensation begin along my jaw. Such a sweet pain and it had been su ch a long time since I had had man blood.It couldnt hurt, part of me said. She wouldnt mind me crisp her, even without compulsion. It didnt have to be painful, and she big businessman even enjoy it. Before I knew what I was doing I had pressed my lips to her shoulder, just to feel the skin, to take a piffling lickShe felt me moving to a lower place her and misinterpreted it, kissing me harder and getting into a much comfortable position, entwining her legs in mine.NoI managed to get control of myself and shoved her stumble me. I didnt mean to do it so forcefully, but even in my weakened declare I was still several generation stronger than a human. She fell to the end of the bed, against one of the posts, looking shocked.And then she began to cry.You dont want me she wailed, round out droplets of tears rolling down her cheeks.Bridget, no, I My fangs retracted and I was a raiseg with the pain and my need for blood. Its just were getting unite tomorrow, Bridget. Just one mo re than day. If we hold until its uh proper, it will be even more special. Just think, well have completed a beautiful day with you in your beautiful, uh convulse brocade with Flemish lace on the sleeves and bodice and an ivory satin sash with a humeral veil of matching ivory silk flowers, she sniffled.Right. I affected her elbow delicately and tilted her chin up so she had to look at me. She wiped the tears off her face with a piece of her robe. Let my first night with you be with that image of you in my mind, my crimson bride.She nodded, sniffing again, giving me a faint smile. all told right.Then she giggled again, back to her old self, and flounced off the bed and to the door.Good night lover, she cooed before exiting.As soon as she was at peace(p) I fell back on the bed, muffling a groan in my pillow. It did zero point to abate my frustration. I stood, pacing from the window to the door, wanting to leave, to escape, to hunt, to do something. But I had no choice, no option . I was trapped in this room, in this situation, in the monstrous in-betweenness of being neither a human nor a monster.I ripped the pillow hearty in two, feathers exploding around the room like a white powder keg. demonic you, Damon, I thought violently, for putting me in this position. And damn you, too, Katherine, for beginning all this.