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question him further.
    I tested out my healing rate, successfully rolling over before falli ng into an unpreventable sleep.
     

Chapter Four
     
    I straightened my spine out, pushing the small of my back into the mattress. Pursing my lips I blew out hard with relief. No pain or audible crunch from the movement indicated that my spine had fully healed.
    Behind the crimson velvet drapes in my room lay the thick oak shutters. They were pressed firmly against the windows and were painted black to match the red and black theme of my bedroom.
    My mind screamed that beyond those shutters lay sunlight, while my body protested that it needed blood.
    I checked the clock beside the bed. It wouldn’t be long before the fireball in the sky would disappear from sight to be replaced by the moon.
    Hoisting myself up to a half sitting position, I leaned on my elbows blinking rapidly in the darkness. My vision was diminished and not much better than a human’s sight. I slipped away from the comfortable bed and flicked the light on. My limbs shook with weakness making my motions slow and less coordinated as I headed towards the windowless bathroom to the right of my bed.
    The aftermath of the previous night’s events remained scattered across the tiles, a mixture of the plaster from the wall behind the door and the porcelain that was once my sink. I winced and closed my eyes pointlessly hoping that when I opened them it would all be gone. A rage hit me when my eyelids flickered open, my long delicate fingers curled into my palms to form fists. I shook my head, trying to dismiss my anger. What was done was done. There wasn’t anything I could do to change it now.
    ‘ Ok, forget the bathroom .’ I thought taking a deep breath while leaning over to grab my makeup bag and escaping the carnage.
    I shuffled around the room in a daze. ‘ Why did Thomas do that to me? After all of these years together?' After everything he witnessed happening to me in my human life. Why?’ The confusion swam around and around my brain, all questions and no solid answers.
    Thomas had never so much as raised a hand to me. He had been overbearing and protective, but never violent. Even when he nagged me I realised he did it for my own benefit most of the time, or at least out of genuine concern for my welfare. What he’d done was completely out of character.
    I inspected my appearance in the full-length mirror next to the dressing table in the corner of my bedroom. I was hungry, but I figured I had a bit of time to prepare for my meeting with Marc. The sun was only just setting, so it was impossible for me to go anywhere yet anyway.
    The thought of him, the flavour of his name in my mouth caused a jolt low in my belly. Unconsciously, I ran my fingers over my face and lips, closing my eyes, imagining kissing him, running my tongue along the rough spattering of stubble on his jaw then down to his neck, piercing his tanned skin just  below his jawline with my teeth.
    Shit!
    My eyes snapped open. I blinked away the vision and began to get ready.
    The thick cream linen dress was tailored to me. I’d had it specially made. The top of the dress hugged my upper body ensuring my assets were evident. The neckline was cut straight across my collar bones leading to the wide straps covering my shoulders and plunged into a deep v down my back, stopping when it reached the point on my back where my hips were level. The skirt was full and stopped at my knees, forming a perfect circle when laid out on the floor. I smiled with my scarlet painted lips as I swished the dress around. I’d also applied a little black liner around my eyes to create thirties style make-up. Bronzer was brushed over all the visible areas and helped take the death-like paleness out of my skin.
    I looked awesome, no doubt in my mind.
    Hurrying myself, I slipped into red heels and grabbed a matching clutch bag stuffing the bronzer, brush, lipstick and my credit card inside.
    The sun would be fully down by