Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 22

“We found your little lamb all alone trying to run away,” Elisabeth looked amused but I had no time for

games.

I felt Hollys breath on my neck and her heart thudding through her chest.

“Found, or trapped?” I couldn’t explain the fury that I wanted to ransom upon the paid. The heat that I

felt boiled my blood beyond degree and I wanted nothing more but to grab them both and rip out their

chests.

Elisabeth’s expression showed that she didn’t care that she’s pissed me off,” What’s got you so angry,

she’s just another vampire groupie, a crone-“

“Get the hell out of here,” the rage in my voice was almost thundering.

Matheos grabbed his sisters hand,” Let’s get out of here.”

Before walking away, Elisabeth added in,” comforting to know our future King is a crone loving idiot.”

I remained silent and watched as they disappeared back into the dark.

I turned out to look at Holly. Her green eyes were wide and it was clear that she was still terrified. I

examined her for cuts but it didn’t look like they had gotten a chance to bite her. I noticed a small cut at

the center of her neck and traced it with my finger to stop the bleeding.

“Are you alright,” I asked , my voice coming out steadier then I felt,” did they hurt you.”

She simply shook her head now. I saw the tears pooling in her eyes and felt my sorrow extend. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“I’m sorry, I should have known when they left that they would pull someone like this.”

She stayed silent and it felt as if she had slapped me.

Holly’s POV

The ride was silent and I could feel that there was thick tension in the air. Damon spend his time staring

out the window and I couldn’t help but get the slightest idea that he felt guilty. I wondered if he was

going to ask me how I’d gotten outside or if I was trying to run away. I wondered if I would tell him the

truth.

I thought about how mad he had gotten at Isabelle’s cousins, the rage in his voice was something I

have never heard before. It was a side of Damon that made me question what kind of person he really

was.

He was hot and then he was cold and it made him one of the most complicated person I have ever met.

I couldn’t deny that I was intrigued by his care and I wanted to explore that side of him but a part of me

knew that he would hide that side for any and everyone or at least fight it as hard as he knew how.

The car came to halt and I gazed outside the window to see the entrance of a hotel. We had only been

driving for around twenty minutes and so I wondered if we are going to go home tomorrow or if he

planned on staying here longer.

I turned to ask but Damon had already stepped out of the car. I hurriedly followed and watched as the

car disappeared.

Damon marched into the lobby with me at his heels as he headed for the front desk.

The brunette girl behind the desk quickly straightened her self up and patted her hair down the second

she caught sight of him. I stifled the urge to roll my eyes. She reminded me of Ade.

“Hi, what can I do for you,” her high pitched voice made me want to cover my ears.

It was almost as if I was invisible to her because her bright blue eyes were glued to Damon only.

“I’ll take the president suite please, one night,” Damon had whipped out his phone and was typing away

at it, bearing her no mind.

She spared a confused look my way finally and began to type on her keyboard.

“Can I have a piece of ID please?”

I was half expecting Damon to refuse but to my surprise he reached into his pocket and pulled out a

wallet and then a drivers license. I was tempted to grab it from his hands and check his birthdate.

The girl behind the desk presented Damon with a paper that he then signed on. Without her having to

utter a word, he placed a metal black credit card on the counter. She grabbed the card, still glancing at

him nervously and typed away for another couple of seconds.

Damon glanced at me. I flinched away at the sudden gaze and I have no idea why.

She handed Damon back his card and an envelope,” “there’s the keys in there,” her voice had gone

seductive and almost overly confident as if she was trying to calm her own nerves,” and a little extra

surprise.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes now, not that she would have seen having pasted her gaze completely

at Damon.

Damon hardly gave her another look before grabbing the envelope and strutting towards the elevators.

I almost wanted to few embarrassed for the girl but in reality I was impressed because had that been

me, I would have struggled to simply talk.

The elevator ride was silent and so was the walk down the hallway to our room. We arrived at door

2406 as stated on our envelope. It was the highest floor in the building and the entrance to our room,

unlike the others, had two doors as oppose to one.

In cursive black writing read a sign; Presidential Suite.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, mainly because the small amount of time I had spent in hotel rooms had

been Inness and family resorts.

He opened the door and unveiled white and grey marble floors that led down the hallway to what

looked like the beginning of a living room. He extended his hands as if to say after you and I entered.

The living room itself was bigger then a couple bedrooms combined with high ceilings and charcoal

grey leather couches centred on a soft looking fur carpet. To the far left, right beneath a massive flat

screen Tv was an electric fireplace that blazed with orange and blue flames as if expecting our arrival.

Further down the hall I caught sight of an open door with the corner of a bed. I turned to locate Damon

who had slumped down on one of the couches and was away at his phone again.

“This is incredible, this has to be bigger then my entire house back home,” I couldn’t hide the

excitement in my voice even if I tried.

Without looking up, Damon mumbled,” there’s a hot tub too.”

I almost ran down towards the bedroom and almost gasped out loud. An enchanting crystal chandelier

hung above the king sized bed and to the left of the room was the doorway to a balcony. I unlocked the

hinges and stepped out to reveal downtown New York which was even more beautiful then I could have

imagined. I ran back inside and began my search for the hot tub and found it inside the marble

bathroom that was big enough to be an entire bedroom. I wondered if I was going to get a chance to try

it out.

I headed back into the living room where Damon was still sitting on the couch.

“I hate to sound ungrateful,” I began, nervously approaching,” but what are we doing here? Are you

going to try to find me another witch or shouldn’t we go back and -“

“You must be hungry, I ordered a couple things off the menu for you, they should be delivered soon.”

I was surprised at the thoughtful gesture but none the less, I needed clarity.

“Damon, can you answer my questions please? I feel like I’m some sort of pet, following you blindly,

I’ve almost died more times in the past few days then in my entire life-“

Damon’s eyes whipped up to bore into mines and although they were angry, they held the slightest

twinge of sadness,” I’m sorry about Matheos and Elisabeth, I should have known they would have done

something like that-“

“Damon, they didn’t trap me, I ran away. I was trying to escape, to find a way out without being any

more of a burden, I have my life to get back to.”

“I know, I figured that,” his gaze grew just a little bit sadder but it was obvious he was trying to hide

that,” But I still should have known they would follow you and try to hurt you-“

“You keep blaming them but it’s you that put me in that cell to rot, it’s you that murdered that jester and

left his rotting corpse in there with me!”

I hadn’t realized I was shouting until I stopped talking. I also hadn’t realized how exhausted I was and

the extent of the anger I was feeling. I didn’t realize that I was sick and tired of having been thrown into

this life where I had no say over anything constantly and it was draining me in more ways than I hadn’t

even acknowledged.

Damon stayed stayed quite and for some reason I felt guilty for having shouted at him.

“I’m sorry, I know your father is tough on you, I know you had to do it to prove a point but-“

It was traumatizing. It was horrid and easily the most terrifying thing to have happened to me yet.

I couldn’t say that, not to Damon. Part of me knew that he hated himself for having done that to me but

that part of me was still angry.

To to surprise Damon stood up and walked right over to me. He placed his fingers on my neck and

traced the outline of my scars.