Shower away

"Suit yourself, darling. I'll kill everyone you know." the brunet said, just like that. No holds bar; his statement was a promise.

Violet narrowed her eyes at the brunet, his face a few years older than her at most. However she knew how old he was, accounts of him date back to the 1500s, but she has suspicion that he's even older than that. He was considered as the first known Mix in the record, something she learned over the years. Although she knew he was old, it did not mean to her that he was wise.

"Luckily for me, I don't have anyone." she deadpanned, earning an arched brow from him.

"What do you mean, my darling?" He said sweetly, a grin stretching on his chiselled face.

Violet rolled her eyes, she may be young, but she wasn't that young. She knows how the world works; she knows what he was trying to do.

"Sheesh," she said.

"Clothes," she added, changing the topic as she looked down at what she was wearing. Aldren arched a brow at her, "Clothes damn it. I want to take a bath, but I do not have any clothes with me." she explained.

He got off the bed and stood a few feet away from her, looking her up and down. "Who needs clothes? Please, I don't mind seeing you walk in the room in your birthday suit." He said, grinning at her.

She huffed,

"Funny, ha-ha. Seriously" she said, eyes narrowed.

Aldren took a step back,

"Now now, patience, my darling," He said teasingly. And she continued to glare at him; the truth was she doesn't know how his mind works. One moment he was sweet to her, the next he's trying to kill her.

Seeing as she was serious, Aldren sighed dramatically for effect.

"Alright," he said, making his way to the walk-in dresser.

He pulled a shirt and sweatpants from the drawer and returned, throwing her the clothes.

"Here you go, what's mine is yours." He claimed. Violet looked at the clothes in her hands,

"Underwear," she muttered softly, almost in a whisper but loud enough for a vampire like him to hear.

"Oh, that." He said, chuckling under his breath. His eyes caressed over her body, and she glared at him in disgust.

He then rolled his eyes and threw himself on the bed. "Tomorrow," he said.

When she didn't move in her spot, Aldren shifted to look at her.

"Go on. Shower away," he said, shooing her to the bathroom.

Minutes later, Violet walked out of the bathroom wearing the clothes he lent her. His obsidian eyes swept over her lithe body; damp long platinum blonde hair like the first day he laid eyes on her. It was just two days ago, and it was still fresh in his mind. His shirt looked big on her, the length long enough to be a dress. And like usual, to him, she looked ravishing.

Violet noticed him the moment she stepped out of the bathroom; she was hoping he'd already left considering she took her time bathing. Not that she was planning on making her escape. That would be a waste of her time and energy; she needed more time to recover. So, she needed to sleep.

Violet took note of the annoying grin on his lips, clearly pleased at what he was seeing. She huffed annoyed, she could still remember what he said before, that she was going to be his wife. He even had the audacity to introduce her as his wife to his 'family'. Out of the blue, her brain decided to remember what his lips felt like against hers, and she cringed inwardly. She hoped that he wasn't serious, but if he wasn't what would be the reason he was keeping her alive? she wondered.

Regardless, it didn't matter; she'll escape, one way or another.

Aldren saw the hint of fear in her eyes if she was afraid it proved that she was smart. He got off the bed and walked towards her by the bathroom entrance. He took a step forward, too close for comfort and she sidestepped causing the side of his lips to curl amused at her reaction.

"My turn." He said, walking in.

Aldren disappeared in the ensuite bathroom, magnificent white tiled floors with high ceilings and a massive tub in the middle of it. He looked at himself in the mirror, and he noted the shit-eating grin spread on his face. He tried to wipe it off, but he was too amused. The platinum blonde he found to be very interesting, most of all, entertaining. The fire in her was something he'd not seen in a while. Too long in his opinion. And he's looking forward to breaking her, that spirit of her. He wanted it to belong to him, one way or form.

Based on her driver's license, she's 24 years old, young, but compared to him, everyone was too young. That didn't matter, what mattered was he needed to know if her life was worth sparing. Or was she better off dead?

So far if he was sincere, the idea of having her around appealed to him, the thrill of the unknown. And the chances of her attempting to escape was high. The need to be out in the world. Unchained. Unbound. Free.

So how should he play this? He wondered as he turned on the shower, the steam fogging the glass. Should he take her word that she doesn't have anyone? It would have been easier if she had someone he could threaten for her to do his bidding.

He'd just have to approach this; differently, he reckons that his usual 'persuasions' will not work on her? Torture? Should he go there? Chances are it will give the opposite effect. He does like the idea of making her mother his children, mixed-blood children--something he can only have with another hybrid.

Vampires do not have the ability to have children of their own, but when he broke Luna's curse, a new door was opened to him. However, said Door was only limited to beings that share the same energy as him, in short, hybrids.

And with female hybrids being so rare, he quietly considered his chances of meeting another; the math wasn't on his side. It could take another century for him to meet another female hybrid, so considering the facts, he decided to take a different approach.

Now, the question was how to make her stay willingly?

Seduce her? Make her fall in love with him?

That would be difficult, he reckoned seeing as he wasn't the most patient type.