(Stop spying on my heart)
I remained lying in my place absent-mindedly, not thinking about anything. Perhaps I was still under the influence of shock and pain. He kept staring at me like a predatory animal.After a few moments, he moved his sinful hands away from me and sat comfortably next to me, lost in thought and staring at the ceiling. I fell asleep and closed my eyes against my will due to extreme fatigue, and I did not feel anything after that.
Until I felt his hands holding me and carrying me. I didn't know where he was taking me, but I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want him to know that I had woken up. I don't want to look at him, nor do I want to hear his voice, nor do I want him to talk to me. I hated him. I think I didn't hate him before, but now I hate him and detest him so much.
He put me on the bed and then moved away from me. I opened my eyes slightly, wanting to know what he was doing. He went to the closet, put on his clothes, then went to the balcony.
I asked myself, "What was he doing outside? at this time??"
I glanced at the clock on the wall. At half-past five, the sun will rise soon.
What is he doing? Then, for a moment, a terrifying thought gripped my mind: What if he wants to commit suicide?
What would happen to me if he died? Another terrifying thought struck me; I would end up passing to his heirs, meaning Gerard, Jayden, or their mother. This idea terrified me to the point that I got out of bed.
I felt very dizzy when I stood up, but I held myself together until I reached the balcony, I saw him standing there watching as the sun was rising in the sky.
I shouted:
"What are you doing?"
He turned to me, seemingly surprised by my presence. I noticed slight burns on his hands. He quickly went back in and caught me, as I was about to fall. Then he looked at my face and said:
"What is the matter?"
Feeling ashamed and remorseful about my behavior, I wondered how I could make excuses to him now. He'll think that I care about him. I looked at his hands, and the burns had disappeared. In a shy voice, avoiding eye contact, I asked:
"What were you doing with the sun shining? Did you want...?"
He continued by saying:
"Suicide?... Do you care about me?"
Damn it, I was afraid of how I would answer that question. I wished I hadn't gotten out of bed. Stammering, I replied:
"No... not quite. But of course, I don't want you to die. What were you doing?"
I didn't like my last tone; it sounded anxious and urgent, but he didn't say anything except my name. He only said my name, "Irene."
My name had a special impact on my heart when he said it. He said my name and then kissed me deeply. I surrendered to his kiss, feeling so helpless that I couldn't resist even if I wanted to. I looked like a child in his arms as he kissed my lips. I felt ashamed and embarrassed because I liked this kiss.
He stopped, looking into my eyes with awe. Feeling ashamed of his gaze, I looked away. He picked me up, placed me on the bed, then left the room. After a few moments, he returned holding a glass of water and two medicine pills.
Sitting next to me, he handed them to me and said:
"Eat this; it will compensate for the amount of blood you lost."
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human farm
Vampire"There are no good vampires; they are all hideous demons." "The events of the story unfold in a fictional world." "Translated."