It's really confusing him. He hadn't had a proper interaction with people for more than a hundred years. He's life is nothing but a endless tale of despair. And he shows too much emotions already, it's very uncomfortable for him.
"What?" she doesn't understand his sudden seriousness. Did she do anything? He is back to his old emotionless self.
"Eat, woman." he keeps his flat. He decides to stick back to his cold self. It work better for him. After a long deadly silence, he begins, "I am leaving. Don't do anything stupid. I will be back at night." He pretends he doesn't see confusions and worries in her eyes.
Lucy glances up at him. He seems mad, but why though? She hadn't done anything wrong. "Okay." They just had sex, and now he's leaving? She sighs to herself. She is not very comfortable with it, but she knows if he decides something it's almost impossible to change. She has no choice, expect to put up with that. She is his now.
He senses the small disappointment in her voice, but doesn't say anything. They finish the breakfast in awkwardness and silence. What does she expects from him? He is not those damn human husband. He doesn't believe all the cuddling after sex anyway. He just satisfied his needs, and the job is done. Victor grabs his shirt and disappears at the door.
Lucy looks at the empty house. Okay. One more things of the many things she has to put up with. He is a serial killer, a beast. Responsibilities doesn't mean anything to him. Why in the world did she have sex with him? Sure the way he looks at her makes her melt. And all those tangled emotions in his eyes makes her want to be closer to her. But why? He's not the best choice. Actually, he is the worst choice. Most importantly, he doesn't deserve it. He is a kill who just kidnapped her.
But what is she then? She is just a pathetic girl imprisoned in a big house in no where.
"Shit." Victor curses under his breath. He couldn't get her out of him mind, her mischief smile, her searching eyes, the way she moans under him. He felt he gets turned on again. Suddenly, his phone rings on time. "Hello?" he hesitates a little, but picks up the call anyway. "Yes. Fifty million." His dark brown eyes get deeper and deeper and then he hangs up. A new mission. He licks his fang a little. Killing make him gets so excited. He doesn't care about the money, but he is so into the feeling of manipulate lives. It's a sense of power.
Lucy walks out the house and figure out she is about a hour from her own house. Well, going back to her house is not the best choice. She has to do something. Staying with the mutant maybe is not the best choice. She knows the cold heartless man in the morning is the real Victor.
She needs to leave, but she will never go back to the house belongs to her father. She needs to think, but she needs to take a nap before that. Victor wore her out.