Blood

Was he trying to decide which part of me to slice open first?

Beg him. But I knew it wouldn't save me. People probably begged him all the time and from what I heard it never saved them.

But he didn't show mercy. He would become the next Master and he would rule with cold brutality.

He came toward me and I flinched.

A dark smile curled his lips. He pressed the sharp tip of the knife into the soft skin below the crook of his arm, drawing blood.

My lips parted in surprise. He put the knife down on the small table between the two armchairs, grabbed a glass and held his wound over it, then watched his blood drip down without a flicker of emotion before finally disappearing in the adjoining bathroom.

I heard water running and then he returned into the bedroom.

The mix of water and blood in the glass had a light red colour. He approached the bed, dipped his fingers into the liquid and then smeared it onto the centre of the sheet.

My cheeks flushed with realization. I approached him slowly and stopped when I was still out of arm-reach, not that it would do me much good.

I stared down at the stained sheets.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"They want blood. Then they will get blood."

"Why the water?"

"Blood doesn't always look the same." He would know.

"Is it enough blood"

"Did you expect a blood bath?" He gave me a sardonic smile.

"It's consummate, not a mess fight."

'He will eat you bloody'.

The words were burnt into my brain but I didn't repeat them.

Just how many virgins have you taken to know about this?

And how many of them came willingly into your bed?

The words lay on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn't suicidal.

"Won't they know that it's your blood?"

"No." He walked back over to the table and poured vodka into the glass with water and blood.

His eyes held mine as he downed it in one gulp.

I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose in disgust.

Was he trying to intimidate me?

Drinking blood really wasn't necessary for that. I'd been terrified of him before I'd ever met him. I'd probably still be terrified of him when I bowed my head over his open casket.

"What about a DNA test?"

He laughed. It wasn't exactly a joyful sound.

"They will take me by my word. Nobody will doubt that I've taken your virginity the moment we were alone. They won't because I am who I am."

Yes, you are.

Then why did you spare me?

Another thought to never leave my lips.

But he must have been thinking the same because his dark brows drew together as his eyes roamed the length of my body.

I stiffened and took a step back.

"No," he said in a low voice.

I froze.

"That is the fifth time you shied back from me tonight."

He set down the glass and took the knife in his hand. Then he advanced on me.

"Did your father never teach you to hide your fear from a devil? They give chase if you run."