Sorry about the wait! School is kicking my ass, but I'm on course now and found time in this past week for writing. Enjoy!

I grabbed his hair angrily and tried to yank him away from me. He responded by grabbing mine and pulling it three times harder. I whined in protest, but he only took the opportunity to slide his cold wet tongue into my mouth. He tasted like mint, but that was far from the point. I retracted my tongue as much as I could before biting down. I cringed preveniently waiting to taste blood, but my teeth didn't break the skin of the muscle. His fingers wrapped around my jaw tightly, forcing me to stop biting down.

"I thought you wanted this." He growled between clenched teeth, his face not a inch away from my own. I just glared at him.

"You know I don't." I shot back matching his dark tone. His lips twisted into a horrid smile that gave his face a very dark undertone.

"Whether you want it or not you're getting it." He told me once again, but it had a completely different meaning now. He began kissing at my neck, causing my whole body to tense. He inhaled deeply and I stopped my own breathing.

"You smell so sinfully delightful." He moaned in my ear. I turned my head away from him with a sharp flick. Golden strands stuck to my dampened face. An extended fang ran from my ear to my neck causing my body to shudder.

"Please don't." I murmured under his towering body as soon as his hand gripped my breast. He pulled away and stared me down with a chilling glare. His fingers tightened around the breast until I whimpered before he let go.

"Do you think you get to dictate what happens to you?" He asked, pushing his whole body closer to me, pinning me with his hips. I can feel him under the strain of his pants and hope seemed to leave me. My face drained and my eyes stared at the floor to my side. I couldn't force myself to look at him. I hear him sigh and the weight on me is gone. I realized then that he was what was keeping me standing. My shaking legs brought me down to my knees.

"You're really lucky force isn't my thing." I watched his bare feet saunter away from me and it felt like I could breathe better with every step he took. I am lucky. I didn't realize it before, but every situation I've gotten out of was lucky. It was lucky that Avery found me when I was half dead in the forest, I was lucky that Byron didn't kill Mallory or me when we walked into his club. I was lucky that Avery liked me enough not to take me back to Gabriel right away. So many little things that could have ended up bad that didn't.

I don't know how long I sat there thinking about everything, but it was long enough to make Gabriel impatient. He left for all of two seconds before coming back up with some food and set it in front of me. I sat with my back against the wall and peered up at him through thick lashes.

"Thank you." I whisper and his face softened for just a second. I think he knew I wasn't talking about the food. He sits criss cross next to me.

"Like I said, It's not my thing." He mumbles as his fingers push his hair back from his face. I grab my plate and start to eat the peanut butter sandwich.

"I mean about everything. I know you could just keep me in some cell you probably have, but you let me stay in here when it really just means more work for you. And you bathed me." I said after swallowing my first bite. I can't remember the last time I actually ate something.

"Trust me, locking you up gets more tempting every second. You're quite a dull human. You don't even try to run. No fun to babysit." He said with seeming disinterest, but I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"What's the point?" I asked with my mouth still full. He glared at me.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. Were you born in a barn?" He scolded me. I bit my lip to keep back my laugh. I swallowed before continuing.

"There's no point in running. You're faster and I don't want to test your limits. After yesterday I don't really want to test any of your kinds' patience." His lips twitch before going back to the hard line that they have always been in.

"Yes, it's probably better to keep you off the radar. You have a little mouth to go with that delectable body." I scooted away from him a few inches, feeling uncomfortable once again.

"Oh please." He breathed. "If I wanted to take you I would have done it already. Trust me, I'm impulsive." He seemed to gloat at the fact.

"Yeah, I've caught that." I mumble and start to pick at the sandwich now that I have lost my appetite.

"Yes.." His voice returns to it's dark and distant tone as he stands. "I suppose you have had a taste of it." He walked to the reading area once again and picked up a tattered novel.

"How long are you going to keep me pent up in here?" I asked, knowing all too well that he would be able to hear me.

"Until we leave. Still have a week or so to decide if I want to chain you up in the basement." I could hear the humor in his voice, but it went unappreciated.

"That's not fair. I can't be in here that long. I need to get out and do things. I'm not a home body." I mumbled grumpily.

"I've given you plenty of ways to spice up the days." He returned matter of factly.

"I want to go outside." I was already starting to feel the claustrophobia.

"Avery is out there waiting for me to let you out." He dropped the book to the table a bit angrily. What made him think he would be able to just sit and read for a week?

"Why doesn't he come in and take me?" I asked, confused once again. He just gives me an are-you-serious look.

"Because he doesn't own this house.." Gabriel told me as if he were talking to a child. Slowly and with a hint of impatience and superiority. I just stare at him waiting to elaborate.

"He.. or, we, can't get into any house unless we have permission from the owner. Hotels aren't people owned and don't cause a problem."

"What about apartments?" I asked, confused about how terms and conditions apply.

"Same as houses. The owner of the apartment has to invite us inside."

"How did Avery get into the apartment last night?" I asked yet another question that he seemed bored with.

"I'm sure he compelled them to talk to the owner and made him let them in."

"Can't he do that to this owner?"

"I am the owner of this house. Anything that is on the market and not family owned can be bought. The only way he could get in here is if I let him in." I visibly relaxed as he said this. I didn't know how scared I had been of Avery until I didn't have to fear him any longer.

"Why can't I go out when it's sunny?" I mumbled ten minutes later. He set down his book once again.

"That kid he took is out there waiting to snatch you. There would be nothing I could do and you'd probably die before I could get to you." He shrugged away the question.

"Wait.." I shook my head before looking at him while he looked at his nails as if they were the most interesting things in the world. "Rhys is out there?" He didn't even glimpse at me when he nodded.

"I thought you said he wasn't going to survive.." I got another shrug which just fueled an angry, confused me.

"I guess he found a use for him." He mumbled.

"What's your problem?" I snapped at him. His eyebrows creased in and stopped playing with his fingers. He slowly raised his head to me, his mouth slightly parted.

"Excuse me?" He looked taken aback. "I don't have a problem. I'm answering your questions. I think I'm being pretty reasonable."

"You haven't even looked at me." I complained. He shrugged again. "Stop shrugging! Seriously, that's so annoying. Why don't you use your words."

"I don't want to look at you. You already smell like heaven itself. Every time I even glance at you I just want to rip you apart. Or fuck you. I don't know, it's different every time I look." He was so nonchalant as I sat there, my jaw to the floor.

"Wha- I-.." Words failed me. My eyes slanted into a glare and I started to pick at my own nails. Was he trying to confuse me? We were both silent for a few moments while I gathered my thoughts and he did God knows what.

"Do it then." I finally spoke, challenging him with the words. Without hesitation he was over me, my arms pinned to the wall at the side of my head.

"Do what?" He snarled, his glowing eyes burning into my own. I leaned forward, glaring just as icily as he was until our noses touched.

"Kill me."