Healing

CHAPTER SIX

"You were given instructions, rules, and instructions on what you should do from now on. You were supposed to accept it whether you liked it or not. You don't have a choice, do you? "He said it coldly. "Because I won't be so nice the next time."

His hand stroked my cheeks before moving to my arm. His fingers probed my wound.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with your arm?" he inquired, perplexed.

I was startled when I noticed a yellowish light emanating from the wound on my arm.

"Wait, you're a vampire, too?" he exclaimed, surprised.

In response, I shook my head. What is he on about, me or the vampire? It's not possible.

"A werewolf?" he inquired once more.

"What?" I asked, perplexed, what the hell is that werewolf? Are they even real? I'm not sure if vampires can, then any other supernatural can. Wait, what about witches, fairies, and werewolves too?

"THEN WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU HEALING?" He yelled, causing me to jerk back from my thoughts to reality.

"Wa-What?" I stumbled. I was on the verge of crying. He was frightening me; his eyes turned red, and his fangs protruded from his mouth. Oh my God, please mercy.

"Okay then, look Jamima, I'll not hurt you, even touch you, just tell me why you're healing?" he asked softly and politely, but there was still a whim command and anger in his voice despite his best efforts.

I just stared at him, unsure what to say because I didn't know what was going on.

"Jamima, Jamima, JAMIMA!!! Please tell me the truth, or else I swear to God babe, the consequences will not be so good, this is your last chance, and believe me, darling, I'm not good at patience. So, tell me, why are you healing?"

He asked again, but this time it was scarier; his eyes darkened and all lights in the room were turned off except the one directly above us.

He pressed his body against mine to the point where my breast touched his chest. I was terrified; in fact, I was dying under his strong grip on me. I wanted to go home because that place was not designed for a normal human being like me.

"SPEAK," he yelled, causing me to leap to my feet.

"I-I swear, I have no idea what's going on with my body, ple-please, please, believe me, I'm telling the truth. Please, don't kill me." I was crying now.

He pushed my head to the right to see my other cut on the neck, which was also healing. I, too, had no idea what was going on. It had never happened to me before, so why is it happening now?

"Okay, then let's just see if you're human or not," he said when I expressed a strong desire to flee. His eyes were too dark. He appeared to be planning to kill me just to determine whether I was human or not.

"Ho-how?" I asked, using all of my remaining courage and strength.

He kept his finger on my head and slowly moved it down my face until it reached my chin before saying, "By tasting your blood, darling." As he said this, he jerked my head up so hard that it hurt.

He pressed his face against the back of my neck and licked a blood vein. Then he kissed and sucked the back of my neck.

"Please... Do not do that." I shook my head.

"Be a good girl, then, and tell me the truth before I sink my fangs into your petite body."

"I swear -" before I could finish my sentence, I felt a piercing pain; it was unbearably painful to be in this much pain.

I began to fight back because I was desperate to be free in my situation.

But then, out of nowhere...