Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

I frowned when I woke up; looking down at my chest I could not help but notice two faint bullet holes.

Diego exited his Bathroom eyeing me suspiciously; he had a bandage on his neck and I could see a slight imprint of blood from it, oozing onto the dressing.

‘Control yourself, you have red fucking eyes, Lorenzo’. He spat, looking at me angrily.

I winced in response.

‘So you shot me this time? I am starting to see a pattern here’. I laughed.

He grimaced at me.

‘You fucking bit me, anyone else would be dead’. He snapped.

‘Oh well that is okay then’. I snapped.

I faked being angry; in truth I was enjoying learning more about him.. sure his hair was weird but oddly enough, I liked how unique this Diego was. I should have hated him.. and yet I did not.

I could not help but wonder about Jackson though.. was he okay? But then again, he had told Leo everything and therefore caused my injuries.. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

‘I suppose fresh blood is what you required after all’. He muttered, eyeing me coolly.

I tilted my head in confusion.

‘Eh?’.

‘Your face is healed, scarred but healed’. He grinned.

I gasped, touching my face. It did not hurt any longer, but he was right.. it was scarred.

Leo had marred my face. I had hoped it would not scar; I frowned at the idea of feeling this ugly forever.

‘I.. want to see it, Diego’. I muttered sadly.

He frowned slightly.

‘That is not a good idea’.

‘Please?’. I sighed.

He nodded, looking at me apologetically and then gesturing for me to walk with him to the Bathroom.

When I entered it, I could not help but notice the green hair dye staining all over his bath tub. I chuckled slightly.

‘Prick’. He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and laughed slightly.

It seemed that Diego liked me somewhat.. and I found talking with him was not absolutely terrible.. it probably helped that I found him attractive.

I frowned when he passed me a small mirror; I felt my body go limp, as I gasped in shock at my reflection.

I had three deep claw marks running down from my eyebrow to my cheekbone, it was a deep angry red. The other side of my face was my usual handsome face.. but the other side was hideous like the monster I had now become.

I sank to my knees and felt tears run down my face, I brought my knees to my chest and cried my eyes out.

Diego did not leave, however. He sat down next to me but after a while began stroking my back.

‘Do not touch me!’. I snarled at him.

He frowned and stood up.

‘I am sorry Lorenzo. Truly. Look, I will be in my Bedroom if you need to talk’. He muttered softly.

I did not even look up to see his pity.

‘I look like a beast’. I cried out, at myself.

I ran a bath, hoping somehow that I could scrub it clean and it would disappear; I screamed out in anger, unsure of what I could possibly do next.

‘I am going to make you pay for this little Leo’. I snapped, as I glared at my naked reflection.

I could not believe how much pain I felt, when I saw my reflection. I was famous for my looks in my hometown.. the one I lived in before I took Allie and Leo away to a safer place.

After what seemed like a few hours, I walked out of the Bathroom.

I had a towel wrapped around the bottom half of my body and I sighed awkwardly.

‘Do you have any clean clothes for me?’. I grimaced, suddenly feeling very aware of my lack of clothing. Wrapped in just one puny towel.

Diego looked up from the book that he had been reading and raised his eyebrows slightly.

‘That barely covers you up, Lorenzo’. He chuckled, winking slightly at me in response.

He was right though, I was clutching the towel for dear life.

‘Why am I in your room anyway?’. I cleared my throat, to avoid my embarrassment.

‘To stop James from fucking you’. He smirked slightly.

I frowned slightly in response.

He bent the corner of the page of the book that he had been reading and stood up, walking to his dresser; he then grabbed a large dark green shirt, thick grey socks, large grey boxer shorts and a pair of large green combat trousers.

‘Here I had these made up for you yesterday’. He muttered, passing me the clothes.

I felt myself flush a deep shade of red, as I grabbed the clothes.

‘Can you not watch me?’. I blushed.

He began laughing loudly in response.

‘Trust me I have seen enough of you already, who do you think assisted with keeping you clean while you were going through treatment?’. He muttered softly.

I snarled in reaction, grabbing him by the throat and throwing him against the wall.

He coughed and spat blood on the carpet, from the impact against the wall.

‘You helped that Doctor do this shit to me!?’. I snapped angrily.

I ran up to him, grabbing his shoulder and pinning it against the wall. I felt a cold feeling in my lower abdomen. I frowned at the gun pointing there, he lowered it to my groin and I gasped in fear.

‘Who knows if THAT would grow back’. He smirked, but then he looked oddly pained.

I took a slight step back, releasing his shoulder.

‘Back the fuck away from me, Hybrid’. He snapped.

I frowned slightly, as I moved further away from him.

It was then that I noticed Diego’s attractive face grimace slightly before going pale; he collapsed onto the floor and I gasped at the hooks in the wall sticking into his back.

I swore loudly at the wound oozing with blood. I had just injured him badly; the one person that was on my side.

I slowly and cautiously pulled his limp body off of the hooks and they began gushing with blood. I then ripped my towel from my waist and pushed the towel to stop the bleeding but it was not working. The hooks must have hit some kind of artery.

I picked him up ignoring my lust for his blood, as much as I could.

I laid him onto the Bathroom floor and pushed him face down as I inspected his wounds; they were pretty deep. I sighed at my own strength.

That was when I remembered that Vampires could heal others. I frowned slightly. They did not just need me strong, they wanted a fucking healer too. I growled in realisation.

As much as I hated Hunters.. I did not have the heart to fully hate Diego.. and yet he was the one in charge of this whole sick operation.

I ripped his shirt completely off; I took a deep breath, as I ran my tongue up and down the deep wounds; I could not help but gasp in pleasure at the taste of his blood on my tongue.

His body shuddered in response and he groaned in pleasure as I kept running my tongue down his back.

I was enjoying his staggering outbursts.

His wounds closed so quickly that I frowned. I would have enjoyed a few more minutes.. it felt good to touch somebody again. And it distracted me from my own pain.

That was when he turned around and grabbed my waist, blushing. He was very red in the face and I could not help but notice his arousal, looking at the bulge in his jeans.

‘Lorenzo please’. He begged me, as he grabbed at my groin.

I gasped in shock.. I had completely forgotten to get dressed and I had used the towel to soak up his blood. I was naked, and he was moving his hand fast to persuade me to sleep with him.

He was begging me, with deep lust in his gaze; I was enjoying this more than I should be. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying his movements.

I pulled his hair lightly, bringing his face to mine. We were kissing aggressively and he was moving his wrist faster and faster. I could not help but letting out a deep groan in pleasure. The faster he moved, the deeper the pleasure I felt was.

‘Fuck yes’. I groaned.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I shuddered in pleasure, as my body gave in to his grasp.

I unclasped his belt buckle quickly and decided I would return the favour; he blushed deeply and I could not help but smile. He was not as small as I thought he would be, for a human, he was a decent length. I chuckled slightly.

I pulled at his jeans to give myself more room and he gasped in pleasure, as I moved with as much urgency as he had.

‘More’. He gasped at me.

I blushed softly, as I moved faster.

I gently peeled his bandage off his neck and he shuddered as my tongue traced his old bite wound. He did not push me away, despite me reopening the wound.

He groaned in pleasure as I took in some of his blood, which flowed smoothly down my throat. That was when his body shuddered and he gave in.

I smiled awkwardly, as I licked his wound closed.

Now, we just stared at the mess on the Bathroom floor and our hands.. awkwardly.

He pulled his jeans back up and blushed deeply; he would not meet my gaze.

So Diego was embarrassed.. I chuckled slightly.

‘What?’. He glared.

‘I thought you did not like me?’. I grinned, enjoying teasing him.

He frowned.

‘I do not like you, you did something to me’. He glared at me.

Those words surprisingly hurt me.. my chest felt tight and I could feel my anger beginning to rise.

‘I fucking healed you and you got excited’. I snapped.

‘And you did pleasure me first, Diego’. I muttered awkwardly.

He sighed awkwardly, still blushing.

‘I am fully aware of that’. He frowned.

‘You begged me to fuck you’. I teased him, smirking.

‘I fucking know!’. He snapped shocked at my outburst, he stood up and sighed.

‘I need a cigarette’. He muttered softly.

I frowned as he ran out of the Bathroom and the door slammed behind him.

I smiled slightly.

Despite my fucked up face, I still had it. I chuckled.

I looked down at the floor and blushed again. Our bodily fluids were on the floor and on his blood-soaked towel. I sighed slightly.

I guess I would be the one cleaning this mess up. I rolled my eyes in response.

When I was done I walked to the Bedroom and got dressed in the clothes that he had originally placed onto the bed for me.

I chuckled remembering exactly how embarrassed Diego had been around me afterwards.

Then I decided to see what book he had been reading.. I gasped in shock at the title. ‘The Storm Clan Bloodline’.

He had been reading about my family. When I flicked through the pages, I saw he was reading about my training.. how I used to work as a spy or assassin entering enemy territory to keep my siblings safe. I just did not know it was recorded.

When the door eventually clicked open, I looked up to see a woman with red hair. I scowled at her.

‘Where is Diego?’. I muttered, feeling uneasy.

‘He told me to come and get you. He said that you were not going to hurt us’. She muttered, clearly scared of me.

‘Why did he not come himself?’. I frowned.

‘He said that you both had an argument and he was not very nice to you, he told me to tell you that he was sorry’. She spoke softly.

‘Diego has never been very good at talking to new people’. She smiled sadly.

‘Oh, I am a person and not an experiment now? You know what? Fuck all of you. Piss off’. I snapped.

Her jaw was agape, clearly not expecting such an outcome.

‘He wants you to meet the rest of our Squad, he said that you were ready. He is expecting you to be there’. She snapped awkwardly.

‘I suppose nobody tells him to piss off?’. I scoffed.

She nodded happily.

I shook my head.

‘Tell him to piss off’. I grinned.

She gasped in shock, but nodded.

When she left I let out a sigh of relief; it was short lived, however, I heard swearing and then stomping up the stairs.. towards the Bedroom.

I was not in the mood for Diego and his drama. Why could I not just have one night to myself away from angry Hunters? I frowned in response.

I was being childish, I knew that. I ran to the Bathroom and locked the door. I found the nearby shower radio and put it on loudly.

I heard banging on the Bathroom door, but to no avail.

I was pretty sure, he would have broke down the door.. but he did not. Shortly afterwards, he left and I let out a sigh of relief.

I left cautiously and threw my shirt, jeans and boots on the floor, before entering his bed. I was tired and I was not being made to sleep on the floor, not after all that time I had spent in that cage.

I gasped sharply, as warm hands pushed me onto my back. I was so sleepy I thought I was dreaming.

I groaned loudly, as Diego trailed kisses down my neck.

‘Wake up, Lorenzo’. He flushed a deep red, as he ran kisses down my chest.

‘More’. I growled.

He flushed red again but shook his head.

‘No. I am still angry at you for not meeting the Squad’. He snapped.

‘I am sick of doing what other people want. Either kill me or let me go’. I snapped, suddenly very awake.

I threw him onto his back and looked at him angrily.

He frowned slightly but then scowled at me.

‘You are mine, until I say otherwise’. He smiled.

I blushed deeply.

‘Then say otherwise’. I frowned, despite the happiness I felt at being called his.

I barely knew this Hunter.. but there was something about him that made me writhe in happiness and pleasure.

‘You like me, do you not?’. He snapped, questioningly.

I closed my eyes in response; no I liked Jackson.. Diego was merely a means to an end.. as cruel as that sounded. I doubt I could ever be in an actual relationship with a Hunter.. and a Leader was simply bad news.

‘I just want to get laid’. I snickered emotionlessly.

I did not mean it and I felt a deep pain in my chest, as I muttered it.

He punched me square in the nose, so hard that I heard a low crack; I felt the blood flush forward and drip down my face.

He gave me a pained look and opened the window right up.

‘I thought you were going to be good for the squad. That was why I saved you.. maybe I was wrong in saving your life’. He snapped.

‘Go then, see if I care’. He added angrily.

I eyed the window expressionlessly; he sighed sadly and stormed out of the Bedroom.