Addicted

31 (Colby's POV)

Now, here I was telling Chloe that I like it when she jumped me, letting out that it might be dangerous, and now Sam goes and tells them to eat and come back to the house...knowing that I'm barely hanging on here.

I tried to shake my head, just a little, so that the girls wouldn't notice. I needed to drink before I spent more time with Chloe. That kiss felt like it drained every bit of self control and resolve that I had left in me. I needed fresh human blood before I could be around her again. Damn it Sam.

 "I don't care Kat." Chloe's voice broke through my thoughts. "I can just go home and you can ride with the guys. They can stop and get you something on the way."

 Yes, go home Chloe. Please, if you know what's good for you, please go home.

There goes Sam shaking his head.

"Nonsense. You both should come. It'll be fun!"

Yeah brother, loads of fun with either me trying not to eat her, or giving in and she ends up dead. I won't stop, if I get a taste of her. I already know.

"Actually, Colby can ride with you, so that Kat can ride with me. That cool, brother?"

I'm sorry, what? Are you shitting me right now Samuel??

 I was going to end up killing her, just bleeding her dry, and it was going to be his fault. I glared at him, sending every dark thought I had directly at him, trying to let him know that this was a bad idea.

He just grinned his stupid happy grin at me.

 "Whatever you say BROTHER."

"Great, we'll see you at the house then." Sam replied, throwing his hand up.

Then they walked away, leaving me here with Chloe, all alone, with no buffer, and no one to remind me that drinking her would be bad. No one to remind me of the reason why we stopped killing people. I had no one to tell me how tasting just a little of that fragrant, sweet smelling blood could be a bad thing...even worse, is that I could tell that I scared her just then...but I also turned her on. She got excited from seeing just a little of my dark side.

Oh fuck me, this was so bad.

 I sighed and turned towards her car, letting myself in. She got into the driver's side and sort of paused, before starting the car.

What the hell was happening to me? Where was my bad ass attitude and my tough exterior that kept people away from me? Why was she still drawn to me, and why the hell did I want her to be?

 If I were being honest with myself, I didn't usually like a girl to challenge me as much as she did. Even Emilie was softer, and more compliant. Maybe it was just completely instinctual. The predator side of me loved a challenge and knew that she was definitely one.

"Sooo..." Again, her soft voice broke through my thoughts.

I glanced over to her and watched as the city lights passed through the car, illuminating the green of her eyes, and the red in her cheeks. I never failed to realize just how 'alive' she was.

 We could usually keep our emotions in check. That's why most people thought I was a dick. I didn't let anything bother me, I got what I wanted, and was usually undisturbed if it hurt someone in the process.

Well, except for the big things. Like with the virgin last night...but say she wasn't a virgin, and she had a boyfriend but she was still willing to be with me. That wasn't my problem. I wasn't going to feel bad for someone who made the choice to be with that person. Hell, I was probably doing them a favor.

 "Do you want anything to eat or do I just pick a place...or what?" She sounded nervous, her voice shaking just a bit.

I didn't like that. I liked it when she was angry. It was more real, more her.

"Wherever you want is fine." I had stopped breathing when I got in the car, but I had to inhale to speak. The gnawing in my stomach came back full force, like a punch to the gut, and flames to my throat.

"Are you sure? I can stop-"

Could she please just fucking hurry up so that I could get out of this damn cage?? Did she not understand how fucking dangerous this was for her??

"I don't care where you go, just go. I would like to go home." My voice came out strained and clipped.

 She shut up and drove to Taco Bell. I could tell that I pissed her off, but it was probably better that way anyways. We obviously couldn't carry on a conversation for more than a few minutes without arguing.

This intense sexual attraction was the problem. If I could just get it out of my system, without biting her...I knew that wouldn't happen. I tied sex in with drinking. I don't know why, it's just always been that way. I could drink without having sex, but I couldn't have sex without drinking.

 I didn't speak to her the rest of the way, except to give short words as directions.

 "Right here," I said, as we closed in on the mansion that I called home.

 They called it the Trap House. Maybe because when you came you ended up in our trap? Cute. I crack myself up. I needed to feed NOW.

I could feel her behind me, as I walked into the house. There was only a few people here tonight, the usuals that we kept around for feeding.

 I really just wanted to grab that red head and lead her upstairs but for some reason...I didn't want to be rude. What the fuck?

 I sighed, and stopped walking so that she could catch up. She didn't look at me, probably already thinking I was rude, but her heart beat slowed just a little. That means that she wasn't as nervous as she was when we first walked in. I would lead her to Kat and the guys, then go feed.

I placed my hand on the small of her back, feeling that electricity that I was coming to associate with touching her, zing through my fingertips. She gasped, barely audible, but I heard it.