(Revised) [B1] Chapter 15: Shame, you’d be a five-star dish
The urge to flee tugged at Theo, yet the sight of her tears halted him. A strong instinct whispered within, urging him to bridge the silence between them. There was something inexplicable, a pull in his very core, that nudged him to reach out, to coax the sobs to cease.
"Hey, Demoness," he asked, "Why are you crying now? Weren't you the mighty one tossing me around like a rag-doll just a bit ago?" He asked as he sat near the wall, wiping off the blood from his face and patting the debris and dust from his clothes.
In that moment, he found himself missing Elena, she could have healed him by now. But he needed to take care of this strange, mysterious girl first.
"Wuhuu..."
"Aaaaaaa…"
The cries continued, resounding through the chamber. The girl in front of him was gorgeous, even more so than Elena.
But there, with the blood on her lips and face, blood that belonged to Theo himself, her appearance became even more hauntingly beautiful. The tears flowing from her eyes only made the scene more heartbreaking.
'She looks a little similar to her,' he mused, recalling Liliana’s appearance from his memories.
After what felt like an eternity of sobbing, the girl finally quieted down. Her demeanor changed noticeably; her posture straightened and her face tightened.
As she stopped crying, Theo asked, “Why did you attack me first without any provocation. Care to enlighten me?"
She looked at him with a complicated gaze, one that was hard for him to read. It was filled with rage, confusion, and... longing? She swallowed hard, as if trying to suppress a confession.
‘His blood...’ she thought, almost dreamily. ‘It's of the finest quality. It’s compelling, intoxicating… it's causing me to be subdued by him. It’s like a drug I can’t resist. I want to be near him, possess him, keep him all to myself. Why do I feel a strange connection to him?’
This realization frightened her as much as it enthralled her. The girl looked almost in pain, as she continued her musing, ‘Why did he make me feel this way? Why?’
She shook her head slightly, as if to clear her crazy thoughts. Being sealed here, in this suffocating space, had worn on her sanity.
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she knew defiance might earn her a longer sentence in this miserable confinement.
‘God knows how long I would remain trapped here if I don’t cooperate,’ she murmured under her breath, almost too softly for Theo to catch.
The boy was trying to read her emotions, but he kept his expression neutral. For a moment, he could see the desperation behind her eyes, a hint of obsession, a feral hunger that seemed to consume her very being.
The girl took a deep, shaky breath, her internal struggle flowing in her voice. "I was hungry," she replied, her lips curling into a pout similar to a child denied their favorite treat.
Theo's lips twisted wryly. "You do realize I'm not an all-you-can-eat buffet, right?"
"But you're definitely my kind of cuisine," she said, her tongue darting out to lick her lips with eerie touch. "I've never tasted anything like you before. It's addicting." The dim light in the room caught her eyes, revealing the slight sheen of hunger as she savored the remaining taste of Theo's blood that still faintly clung there.
"But I'm not on the menu," Theo stated flatly.
"Shame, you'd be a five-star dish," she remarked with a playful wink. "I could just eat you up. And then, you'd always be with me, wouldn't you?" There was a hint of mischief in her eyes.
In response, Theo glared at her, his annoyance flickering in his eyes. The memory of the sting was still fresh in his mind, causing him to remain mad at her.
"Glare all you want," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and fascination, "but you won't escape from me that easily." She wrapped her arms around herself, as if to ward off the coldness of the memory.
Theo blinked in surprise, "You just beat me like a punching bag, and now you sound like you're claiming ownership over me? What is it with you? First, you attack, then cry, and now this?"
She met his gaze, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that showed her madness. "When I catch the scent of your blood, it's intoxicating; an all-consuming urge takes over me. I want you, all of you.
It’s an urge to own you, to mark you as mine, and yet there’s this need to also give myself completely to you. To be both the predator and the prey," her voice was hushed, but the fervor in her eyes was impossible to miss.
Pausing, she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling unevenly, "I've been starving for years... Someone sealed me here, and your sudden arrival, it's as if you've opened Pandora's box inside my head. I was driven to the edge, barely holding on. All I wanted was to quench that unbearable hunger, even if it was just a taste," she confessed.
Theo, after processing her words, finally responded, "You make it sound as if this all-consuming hunger and obsession with my blood is... inevitable. As if it's something beyond your control. But tell me, even amidst that chaos, didn't you ever think about the consequences of your actions? About what would happen to me? Or, more importantly, if you killed me?" He tilted his head slightly, an eyebrow raised.
A lively smile graced her lips. "Oh, I wouldn't have gobbled you up entirely. I mean, I need you to, um, set me free, though I doubt you'd be so generous..." she murmured, her voice dripping with yearning. She looked away, her fingers unconsciously reaching out towards him before pulling back.
"Right you are. After our little... exchange, I'm not particularly inclined to do you any favors," Theo replied with a calm smile. He paused, studying her for a moment, then added in a lighter tone, "By the way, next time, You could try 'help me' instead of 'snack on me.'"
She tilted her head slightly, her lips pursing in thought. "Mmm... but you tasted so good," she whispered, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes. "Okay, maybe my approach was a bit off."
"Considering you almost turned me into a midnight snack, 'sorry' should come first," Theo said, unyielding. He held her gaze, letting his words settle into her mind.
She moved closer, the space between them diminishing. "You expect me to apologize? After just one taste?" she whispered, her voice was filled with desire. "Now that I tasted your blood, how could I possibly let you go? You're not just anyone, You're special." Her predatory eyes burned with desperation.
Theo looked at her crazy expression. It was confusing to see this craving and self-destructiveness of the girl. She needed him for escape, yet her desire was insane.
"You seem to forget that I'm your ticket out of here," he mused aloud. "Yet you're so wrapped up in this... obsession. It's almost poetic how you're sabotaging your own escape."
She swallowed hard, "I... It's hard to control, especially after tasting that blood of yours. Everything is just so... intense. I feel a strong pull towards you."
Theo nodded slowly, understanding her struggle while maintaining his distance. "Perhaps, before deciding on the next steps, you need to get a better handle on these urges."
A tense silence filled the chamber as neither of them spoke for several moments. It was a heavy charged stillness, where both seemed to be reassessing their respective positions.
However, the quietness was abruptly shattered as the notification he had been anxiously awaiting flashed before his eyes.
<<<<
[Quest Complete: "Unearthing Shadows"]
[~ Congratulations! You've successfully unsealed the door to your forgotten past.]
[Reward: +2 Stat Points Gained]
>>>>
Upon seeing the quest completion message, Theo knew he could ponder its implications later.
Gathering his thoughts, he addressed the girl, his tone firm yet not unkind, "I'll be taking my leave now."
He took a step towards the exit, but hesitated for a moment. The boy couldn't help but notice the desperate plea flickering in her eyes. Beneath the façade of defiance, there was a visible yearning for freedom.
She reached out, her fingers grazing the very air in his direction, "Don't you want to stay... with me?" she murmured, her voice filled with sorrow. It wasn't just about being freed from her prison, but a deeper desire to claim him.
"No..." His reply was devoid of any emotion. With that, he moved away from her outstretched hand.
For a short moment, a hint of sorrow filled her eyes, quickly replaced by the familiar fierce resolve. As he left, the chilling atmosphere seemed to grow even colder in his absence.
(Revised) [B1] Chapter 15: Shame, you’d be a five-star dish
The urge to flee tugged at Theo, yet the sight of her tears halted him. A strong instinct whispered within, urging him to bridge the silence between them. There was something inexplicable, a pull in his very core, that nudged him to reach out, to coax the sobs to cease.
"Hey, Demoness," he asked, "Why are you crying now? Weren't you the mighty one tossing me around like a rag-doll just a bit ago?" He asked as he sat near the wall, wiping off the blood from his face and patting the debris and dust from his clothes.
In that moment, he found himself missing Elena, she could have healed him by now. But he needed to take care of this strange, mysterious girl first.
"Wuhuu..."
"Aaaaaaa…"
The cries continued, resounding through the chamber. The girl in front of him was gorgeous, even more so than Elena.
But there, with the blood on her lips and face, blood that belonged to Theo himself, her appearance became even more hauntingly beautiful. The tears flowing from her eyes only made the scene more heartbreaking.
'She looks a little similar to her,' he mused, recalling Liliana’s appearance from his memories.
After what felt like an eternity of sobbing, the girl finally quieted down. Her demeanor changed noticeably; her posture straightened and her face tightened.
As she stopped crying, Theo asked, “Why did you attack me first without any provocation. Care to enlighten me?"
She looked at him with a complicated gaze, one that was hard for him to read. It was filled with rage, confusion, and... longing? She swallowed hard, as if trying to suppress a confession.
‘His blood...’ she thought, almost dreamily. ‘It's of the finest quality. It’s compelling, intoxicating… it's causing me to be subdued by him. It’s like a drug I can’t resist. I want to be near him, possess him, keep him all to myself. Why do I feel a strange connection to him?’
This realization frightened her as much as it enthralled her. The girl looked almost in pain, as she continued her musing, ‘Why did he make me feel this way? Why?’
She shook her head slightly, as if to clear her crazy thoughts. Being sealed here, in this suffocating space, had worn on her sanity.
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she knew defiance might earn her a longer sentence in this miserable confinement.
‘God knows how long I would remain trapped here if I don’t cooperate,’ she murmured under her breath, almost too softly for Theo to catch.
The boy was trying to read her emotions, but he kept his expression neutral. For a moment, he could see the desperation behind her eyes, a hint of obsession, a feral hunger that seemed to consume her very being.
The girl took a deep, shaky breath, her internal struggle flowing in her voice. "I was hungry," she replied, her lips curling into a pout similar to a child denied their favorite treat.
Theo's lips twisted wryly. "You do realize I'm not an all-you-can-eat buffet, right?"
"But you're definitely my kind of cuisine," she said, her tongue darting out to lick her lips with eerie touch. "I've never tasted anything like you before. It's addicting." The dim light in the room caught her eyes, revealing the slight sheen of hunger as she savored the remaining taste of Theo's blood that still faintly clung there.
"But I'm not on the menu," Theo stated flatly.
"Shame, you'd be a five-star dish," she remarked with a playful wink. "I could just eat you up. And then, you'd always be with me, wouldn't you?" There was a hint of mischief in her eyes.
In response, Theo glared at her, his annoyance flickering in his eyes. The memory of the sting was still fresh in his mind, causing him to remain mad at her.
"Glare all you want," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and fascination, "but you won't escape from me that easily." She wrapped her arms around herself, as if to ward off the coldness of the memory.
Theo blinked in surprise, "You just beat me like a punching bag, and now you sound like you're claiming ownership over me? What is it with you? First, you attack, then cry, and now this?"
She met his gaze, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that showed her madness. "When I catch the scent of your blood, it's intoxicating; an all-consuming urge takes over me. I want you, all of you.
It’s an urge to own you, to mark you as mine, and yet there’s this need to also give myself completely to you. To be both the predator and the prey," her voice was hushed, but the fervor in her eyes was impossible to miss.
Pausing, she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling unevenly, "I've been starving for years... Someone sealed me here, and your sudden arrival, it's as if you've opened Pandora's box inside my head. I was driven to the edge, barely holding on. All I wanted was to quench that unbearable hunger, even if it was just a taste," she confessed.
Theo, after processing her words, finally responded, "You make it sound as if this all-consuming hunger and obsession with my blood is... inevitable. As if it's something beyond your control. But tell me, even amidst that chaos, didn't you ever think about the consequences of your actions? About what would happen to me? Or, more importantly, if you killed me?" He tilted his head slightly, an eyebrow raised.
A lively smile graced her lips. "Oh, I wouldn't have gobbled you up entirely. I mean, I need you to, um, set me free, though I doubt you'd be so generous..." she murmured, her voice dripping with yearning. She looked away, her fingers unconsciously reaching out towards him before pulling back.
"Right you are. After our little... exchange, I'm not particularly inclined to do you any favors," Theo replied with a calm smile. He paused, studying her for a moment, then added in a lighter tone, "By the way, next time, You could try 'help me' instead of 'snack on me.'"
She tilted her head slightly, her lips pursing in thought. "Mmm... but you tasted so good," she whispered, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes. "Okay, maybe my approach was a bit off."
"Considering you almost turned me into a midnight snack, 'sorry' should come first," Theo said, unyielding. He held her gaze, letting his words settle into her mind.
She moved closer, the space between them diminishing. "You expect me to apologize? After just one taste?" she whispered, her voice was filled with desire. "Now that I tasted your blood, how could I possibly let you go? You're not just anyone, You're special." Her predatory eyes burned with desperation.
Theo looked at her crazy expression. It was confusing to see this craving and self-destructiveness of the girl. She needed him for escape, yet her desire was insane.
"You seem to forget that I'm your ticket out of here," he mused aloud. "Yet you're so wrapped up in this... obsession. It's almost poetic how you're sabotaging your own escape."
She swallowed hard, "I... It's hard to control, especially after tasting that blood of yours. Everything is just so... intense. I feel a strong pull towards you."
Theo nodded slowly, understanding her struggle while maintaining his distance. "Perhaps, before deciding on the next steps, you need to get a better handle on these urges."
A tense silence filled the chamber as neither of them spoke for several moments. It was a heavy charged stillness, where both seemed to be reassessing their respective positions.
However, the quietness was abruptly shattered as the notification he had been anxiously awaiting flashed before his eyes.
<<<<
[Quest Complete: "Unearthing Shadows"]
[~ Congratulations! You've successfully unsealed the door to your forgotten past.]
[Reward: +2 Stat Points Gained]
>>>>
Upon seeing the quest completion message, Theo knew he could ponder its implications later.
Gathering his thoughts, he addressed the girl, his tone firm yet not unkind, "I'll be taking my leave now."
He took a step towards the exit, but hesitated for a moment. The boy couldn't help but notice the desperate plea flickering in her eyes. Beneath the façade of defiance, there was a visible yearning for freedom.
She reached out, her fingers grazing the very air in his direction, "Don't you want to stay... with me?" she murmured, her voice filled with sorrow. It wasn't just about being freed from her prison, but a deeper desire to claim him.
"No..." His reply was devoid of any emotion. With that, he moved away from her outstretched hand.
For a short moment, a hint of sorrow filled her eyes, quickly replaced by the familiar fierce resolve. As he left, the chilling atmosphere seemed to grow even colder in his absence.
