Chapter 3
AN: There is one use of profanity in this chapter, near the very end. Just so you're not caught off guard. :p
The seasons were changing. Felicity watched summer turn to fall in the yard around the house. She wasn't sure how long she' been a captive. Too long. During her trips outside Felicity showed Demitri things. Occasionally he returned the favor. They didn't talk much, but Felicity didn't feel like they needed to.
Sometimes, as the nights grew cooler, he would hold her. Sometimes when he looked at her Felicity felt butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach. Whatever bond they shared just wasn't enough for him to let her go.
To say that Felicity was frustrated would be an understatement. She was becoming dependent on her glimpses of freedom. She didn't know what she would do if Demitri lost interest or left. In the months before he took an interest in her, she survived by building very careful walls in her brain. She only allowed herself to think of things that were mildly happy- too much happiness hurt. There were lots of bad memories and a good amount of depression, but her concentration kept those at bay.
Now those walls were down, and she felt everything more than she ever had before. When Demitri took her outside, she could pretend that everything was okay and that she was safe. Demitri would keep her safe if she couldn't do it herself. But then she had to go back into the basement, where she was alone and always in danger.
Felicity's mind was made up. Today when Demitri came down to get her she would have to refuse. The back and forth was killing her. If she wanted to keep her sanity, Felicity would have to become accustomed to being a prisoner again.
Felicity's mind was made up. Today when Demitri came down to get her she would have to refuse. The back and forth was killing her. If she wanted to keep her sanity, Felicity would have to become accustomed to being a prisoner again.
When Demitri came down the stairs, Felicity could feel her resolve crumbling. She took a deep breath. She could do this. When he reached out for her hand, Felicity shook her head. Demitri was hurt. She could see it in his eyes. “Why not?” he asked. Felicity could tell he was trying to keep any hint of emotion out of his voice.
“It hurts. To be out there and not be allowed to stay.” Felicity replied, looking at the ground as she spoke.
“It hurts. To be out there and not be allowed to stay.” Felicity replied, looking at the ground as she spoke.
Demitri was silent. Suddenly he approached her, gently touching her face. He wanted to say something, but he didn't want to make any promises he couldn't keep. Felicity was looking at him expectantly. Finally he stepped back, climbing the stairs out of the basement and leaving Felicity alone.
When he left part of Felicity felt empty. She was trembling. Felicity sat down and cried for everything she had lost and for her foolish hopes that she could not crush, no matter how hard she tried.
Kennedy was waiting for Demitri upstairs. Normally she left or went into the other room when Demitri took Felicity out, but she must have heard something and decided it was safe. “It looks like you just got slapped in the face.” Demitri smiled grimly. Tact was never one of Kenndy's strong points.
Kennedy surveyed Demitri. “If you're not careful you're going to fall in love with that girl. Watch yourself.”
Demitri was silent.
Kennedy sighed. “C'mon, let's go get some drinks. We can even get some alcohol if you're up for it.”
Normally Demitri didn't like leaving Felicity alone. Jackson had been out of town for about a month now, and Demitri had no idea when he was coming back. It had been a few months since Jackson last fed off of Felicity. Demitri pushed away his concerns. He was thirsty, Jackson was gone, and he hadn't gotten to go hunting with Kennedy in ages.
“Let's go.”
Demitri was silent.
Kennedy sighed. “C'mon, let's go get some drinks. We can even get some alcohol if you're up for it.”
Normally Demitri didn't like leaving Felicity alone. Jackson had been out of town for about a month now, and Demitri had no idea when he was coming back. It had been a few months since Jackson last fed off of Felicity. Demitri pushed away his concerns. He was thirsty, Jackson was gone, and he hadn't gotten to go hunting with Kennedy in ages.
“Let's go.”
Felicity did not feel better after her cry. If anything, she felt worse. Mostly Felicity was tired.
Felicity crawled onto her bed, falling into a fitful sleep. She was rudely awoken when she was jerked off of the bed. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, her heart racing.
Jackson. Felicity wrinkled her nose at the stench coming off of him. He smelled strongly of alcohol and something else Felicity couldn't quite put her finger on. He leered at her, leaning in to smell her.
The next thing she knew Jackson had Felicity pressed against a wall. His pupils were dilated, his face contorted with rage. “His smell.” Jackson growled, sensing her confusion. “It's all over. That bastard.” Felicity was shaking like a leaf. She would have screamed if she thought it would do any good.
“He'll come. He'll kill you if you hurt me.” Felicity said, lying desperately. She had never seen Jackon like this. Jackson just laughed.
“He won't. You're mine.”
“He'll come. He'll kill you if you hurt me.” Felicity said, lying desperately. She had never seen Jackon like this. Jackson just laughed.
“He won't. You're mine.”
Felicity gasped when Jackson plunged his fangs into her neck.
She could feel her legs weakening as he drank. Jackson lowered her to the floor, continuing to drink. His weight pressed down on her. Black spots danced in front of Felicity's eyes. The last time was bad, but it wasn't anything like this. He was going to kill her this time.
When he finished he dropped Felicity and stumbled away. Felicity's eyelids felt heavy. They began to close. Felicity thought she heard Demitri's voice, but she was probably just imagining it. Felicity's eyes closed as she succumbed to the blackness.