contacts? I do know
a few people, I guess. Mainly you, but…” Except that wasn’t true, was it?
Eve had
friends, and some of them were powerful. Beings that no one would want to screw
with, if they knew about them. That kind of argued for her being picked based
on other reasons, actually.
Clearing
his throat, a total affectation, Edom kept his eyes on the road.
“Well,
if they wanted to use you, or make a point about how we’re all insane animals
that can’t control ourselves, then they rather failed, didn’t they? We need to
find them however. Just in case they’re going to try for you again. Or worse,
someone else. Too bad you didn’t get a chance to take a prisoner.”
It was
true, but she felt a sudden urge to growl at him for saying it. Biting her
tongue, she forced a smile and didn’t speak for a long time, letting the anger
she felt start to pass first.
“Yeah. I
kind of wish I could have, too. I blame the whole being new thing, you
know? I mean, if I had a little more experience, I wouldn’t have acted like
that. Running off instead of simply kicking all of their asses.” Okay, so she
sounded a little short when the words came out, but she managed to smile again,
and sigh at the end of it, softening the whole thing.
It was,
she realized, a lot harder to control herself than she’d thought it would be.
Ed made
a face, but didn’t lash out at her for being rude.
“Given
everything you probably did it as well as anyone could have. Taking a Vampire,
any Vampire, prisoner is a risk. As you showed those others a few hours ago.
You did a good job.”
He’d
said that before, but she got the general idea. She was being good, and he was
trying to reinforce that kind of behavior, pointing out what he liked. If she
got out of line, he’d have yelled, or even hit her, depending on what she did.
It had all been explained to her first. There was a plan in place for it even.
One that she’d agreed to. She might not like being raped or beaten to control
her, but she’d signed off on it.
So she
nodded at him, trying to keep all of that in mind.
“So,
what’s the plan? We should hide for the day, right? Someplace harder to find
than your house? I’d love to take a shot at waking up in a safe and secure
environment for once.” She glanced at him and noticed his jaw clench. She
hadn’t meant that it was his fault that she was kidnapped like that, but it
probably seemed that way. Scrambling she tried to find some way to make that
seem less like a condemnation of his skills or ability to protect her, but
nothing came to mind. It was kind of a big deal, letting that happen on
her very first day.
After
ten more minutes of driving, he shrugged. It nearly seemed real when he did it,
even though chances were good that he’d forgotten how a long time before and
had to practice the move on purpose.
“I’ll
get Barb to babysit you, and see if you two can stay at Troy’s. Do you think
you’re up to that? I know that being that close to a Human this soon might be
hard…”
Because
they were so very tasty. That part went without being said however.
She
shrugged back, noticing how unnatural it felt already. She smiled too, and
looked at the side of his dark face, the glare from the oncoming headlights
bright enough that a regular person might well have been left blind.
“I think
so? I guess I should take you along at first, so you can punch me in the head
if I start to go for him? Or, I guess Barb can do that part. I won’t lie, that
girl earlier was tempting. I managed to hold off, but it’s work. Is it always
like that?”
“Yes.
Pretty much. Eventually you’ll gain the ability to resist all the time, even
with a lot of bodies around. It takes practice, but it will happen. Honestly,
resisting in your first minutes like that… No one does that. I’ve seen people
that have been undead for years not be able to handle that kind of thing. Fresh
blood in the room with them like that. So, I think you
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