The fact that someone or something was out there with her, something she could never defeat, made her start to perspire with nervousness. Curled into herself, Helina waited for Gaijryc, the vampire that made her feel safe in a world where she was anything but.
Impossible feelings
Helina sat in her cave several days later, waiting for Gaijryc to arrive. He brought her food every day, food so delicious and exquisite it made her forget that she was living in a hole with a dirt floor. He came to her several times a day, urging her, almost pleading with her not leave the cave without him. Helina listened to him, only sitting by the opening to get some fresh air and a little vitamin D.
They didn’t talk much during his visits. He mainly sat across from her, watching as she ate the food—always urging her to eat more. After eating she always ended up falling asleep whether Gaijryc was there or not. When she would wake up, he would be gone, a blanket placed over her body.
She couldn’t explain why she trusted him so much. Maybe it was the fact that he was so kind, so understanding and made sure she was well fed and warm? She would have starved if not for him, would have died in the cave where no one would have found her. She wanted to be strong, knew that Lizzy would have not wanted her to give up.
Hearing the sound of leaves crunching by the cave entrance, Helina felt the familiar tingling sensation that traveled through her body whenever Gaijryc was near.
He stood once he passed the tunnel’s entrance, a large bag in his hands. “Hello, Helina. You look more beautiful every time I see you.”
Smiling, she stood, brushing at her wrinkled clothes and running a hand through her hair, which was haphazardly pulled into a ponytail. He wasn’t even human, yet she felt so wonderful around him, like they had known each other their whole lives. “Thank you.”
The words were spoken softly and she smiled at him once more. He didn’t smile back, just gave her a look that made her heart skip a beat. He had been giving her that “look” more frequently—the expression of desire and want that made her feel warm and wet in her most private of places.
He watched her for another second before pulling out a thick blanket from the bag he carried. He set the bag on the floor and covered the ground with the material. He went to his knees and started to pull a feast out of the bag. He urged her to join him and her stomach growled in approval.
Looking at the blanket, she instantly sank into the plush material. She crossed her legs and watched as he pulled out silver bowls and platters that shone even in the shadowed cave—the same dinnerware he always brought with him. “You always bring the prettiest plates and cups.” He gave her a half smile that melted her heart. It was strange how such a big, muscled man could make her feel something that she had never felt before.
Gaijryc laid out the feast in front of Helina. He’d had the softest blanket made for her, something that she could lay on and not feel the hard, cold ground. He would prefer for her to sleep in a warm, soft bed, but there was no way he could bring her to his parents’ mansion. Every DarkShine within smelling distance would be able to sense her and he couldn’t risk any harm coming to her.
He normally didn’t eat the food he brought for her. He would like for her to eat it all, put some more weight on her too-slender body. She was delicate with everything she did, whether it was running her hand through her hair or picking up a piece of fruit with her petite fingers. He couldn’t stand to think about her sleeping in this cave all by herself. Since he had first seen her, he had stayed in the shadows and watched the cave, making sure no one bothered her. He was confused by the strong feelings that she caused inside of him. He’d had plenty of lovers during his lifetime, countless females that he had been with, although none of them compared to her.
He watched her more intently than he had ever watched anyone before. He memorized every strand of her long dark hair, the mixture of green and brown in her big hazel eyes, and the soft curves of her petite body. She was so small and fragile compared to him, so little that he feared he would hurt her by just holding her hand.
“I don’t like you out here. You should be in a warm home, silks and a feast before you.” He smiled as she sputtered on her drink. He could hear her little heart beating fast, could see the pulse in her neck pounding against her skin. He wondered what it would be like to taste her, to allow himself to sample what pumped through her body. He had tasted human blood many times, but he knew that drinking hers would be the sweetest of all.
His fangs ached as he watched the pulse at her neck. His cock was hard and throbbing as it pressed against his pants. His desire for her was instantaneous—indescribable since the first moment he had smelled her, seen her. He couldn’t have her living here any longer. He needed to acquire a house for her, far away from his kind, but close enough that he could protect her. He needed to protect her, to make sure she was safe and cared for.