My hand that was still in Elizabeth's hand tingled lightly; The fact that her lips kissed my hand was a light blow to my ego.
Wasn't this my role?
She left my hand abruptly, her eyes returning to the brownish red I knew and liked so much.
'Liked so much?'
"Your thoughts are heading in the wrong direction. You keep on missing the obvious. I just called you my king... does that mean anything to you?" She said coldly.
"Pffft…." There was no way I wouldn't laugh at that.
"Theodor Turner... what will happen to our kind in the hands of someone like you?" Her tone took a darker curve, draining all the humor that bubbled inside of me earlier.
'I was just confused because of the kiss, that's all.'
It was her fault.
'It was a kiss from your loyal subject, not from a female of your kind, not from a pureblood.'
I wanted to see her lips moving some more so I carried on with our conversation out loud.
"But you are a female of my kind, and a pureblood at that," I said confidently.
"You sound so sure this time." She noted.
My hand moved on its own and I caressed the back of her fair cheek, then brushed my thumb over one of her eyelids, the image of her with her eyes closed under my touch and her full lips that parted that easily caused another wave of butterflies to assault the pit of my stomach.
"How come?" She asked when I didn't say anything, her eyes were still closed even though I retreated my hand. I shouldn't touch her any further than that today at least, she already rejected me.
Let's stick to talking.
"You say I'm a pureblood myself, you say it all started with my mother. The one thing the three of us have in common is our eyes."
There was one more person who had that same color.
"Your mother has our eyes, too."
Her brown eyes sparkled, and a small smile formed on her moist full lips.
"You didn't miss that, did you." She sounded impressed.
It was annoying because it made me feel like she was doubting my IQ. I had to admit that I might have been prolonging the process of learning the full truth. I shook my head twice, disappointed to be finally catching up on what I was doing subconsciously.
"That red Alpha werewolf, your half-brother, he knows you too well." She nodded once to herself as if affirming something she had thought about for some time now.
"Of course, he does." I got defensive for some reason, not appreciating the way she demoted my brother to half a brother.
She looked confused at the sudden change in my tone, and I reminded myself that while I'm extremely attracted to this girl in front of me, we hardly knew anything about each other, so it would be good to take things slow with her physically until we mentally catch up to where our bodies were.
'Mine' Said the monstrous voice in my head again.
"What is this...!"
I grabbed my head with both of my hands and squeezed it real hard, I could remotely hear Elizabeth objecting, then I felt her trying to tug at my elbow, her hands slipping over the winter jacket I was wearing. I stopped then and breathed deeply, feeling tired and apologetic all of a sudden.
"I want to hear everything. Start with the possessive asshole with the devilish tone who gets all chatty whenever I'm near you."
"…Your blood is powerful enough to have a will of its own, it seems...It's the only rational explanation behind it," she paused.
I fixed my poker face on, urging her to continue, I was determined to keep an open mind and hear her out until the end.
"...As a pureblood myself, I once or twice was taken aback by some ideas that came over me out of nowhere, they were very far from who I am, and I heard them loud and clear in my head, but this... what's happening with you is happening frequently... I never gave it another thought and only remembered experiencing something like that after witnessing it again with you... on a much larger scale, of course." She closed her lips, anticipating a comment this time.
"Is this what you meant by bipolar?" I asked more for her sake than my own, I was ready to move on to the next illogical explanation she had to say to me, but she obviously had some grievances about this particular one.
She looked thoughtful.
"...I don't recommend analyzing it as if it was a separate entity, it's not the blood of the vampire, it's your blood, you are the vampire..." She looked at me expectantly as if waiting for a wave of denial to hit me, but I had already re-fixed my poker face on, and it was flawless.
She looked satisfied.
"A quality of a good king is to be able to fool the crowd." She smiled sardonically.
Maybe it wasn't flawless.
"Your bloodline is just so powerful that you might be carrying the will of the ancient kings with you more prominently. This is the best explanation as to why it keeps suggesting... things to you." She hesitated to repeat the possessive word my head kept throwing her way. It made me want to probe her further.
"Why am I that possessive of you?" There was no need to sugarcoat what she already heard with her own ears, or her own brain.
She smiled.
"Kings want heirs; your body recognizes me as the means to that." She answered.
Means to that?
'Like a breeding mare?'
She closed her eyes and then squeezed them tightly, I wanted to hit my brain for having this degrading thought, I obviously had the thought as an attempt to ridicule her statement, but she did not know me that well, she must've been insulted.
'I can't allow that to happen.'
I was about to take her hand and kiss it the way she did a while ago, but she recoiled away from me, her eyes turning back to the crimson ones of a vampire.
"You are who you are, and I am who I am. Why do you wish to make me feel better about it?... It's exactly what your mother had to go through..."
My mother again.
This was precisely why I didn't want answers.
Why I didn't demand them...
I needed to grit my teeth and hear the story I had postponed so far.
"... Tell me about how she got pregnant with me, Elizabeth."