Rosanna's P. O. V:
I managed to defend against the series of questions thrown at me by Aniysa. Asking how I knew about Drake's crush. I lied it off by saying I heard him tell someone.
Obviously my lie was imperfect, not convincing enough but she was nice enough to let it be seeing as how I wouldn't bulge to telling the truth.
Drake... He didn't have a response, ignoring my lie. And I'd rather keep my silence than ask why. Naiyah didn't bother lifting an eyebrow and focused on her food. Much to my happiness.
Dinner was over and I am absolutely ready to crash. Today was a wild a*s day.
I fell on the bed, checked my alarm and tried sleeping.
Tried.
I am tired. But I just couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep.
Eventually, after a few minutes of restless rolling, I slept off.
I woke up strangely around 2am. It was odd, how my body and mind seemed so rejuvenated that I could tirelessly work for days.
Every once in a while I would feel strange tingles on my body. Oddly enough, I wasn't creeped out. I just... Let it be.
Is this the aftereffects of stress? Reckless abandonment and slight serenity?
Helplessly I gave up on sleeping for the time being.
The balcony was appealing. Maybe I could read more about this world, figuring my exact game plan.
I went into the balcony with a notebook, pen, flashlight and some other textbooks.
Aniysa's soft snores putting me at ease. Carefree people could make others feel free. It was this certain influence people had on each other.
The blue sofa was absolutely comfy and the soft rug was delightful.
A few minutes into reading and writing, I stood up and walked to the edge of the balcony.
Feeling slight fear yet thrill. The blue half-moon was bright in the sky and I enjoyed stargazing the many colorful stars.
Green, pink, purple, red, this world was a sure mystery. Beautiful yet dangerous.
The cold wind brushed against my skin and I stepped back from the edge, freezing as I bumped into a warm...
I wanted to turn around but a firm hand held me in place.
No.
"Ah-!" My scream was cut short as the person clamped their palm on my mouth.
My body was in pain as I struggled and thrashed to no avail.
What the f*ck did I do, now?
Stinging tears blurred my vision as my heart raced faster than I thought possible.
"Shh." A familiar voice whispered into my ear. The person placing their lips on the crook of my neck.
"Rosa, is it?"
Kairos.
Yes, psychopath Kairos.
F*cking hell.
I trembled. Before settling into slowly relaxing into his warm hold after identifying my attacker. My struggle was futile and I'm too tired to want to be stressed more.
Logic. Yes, think Jael.
"Calm?" He asked.
I nodded my head, his palm still pressed on my lips.
Slowly, however, he let go.
His other hand wrapping against my body and pulling me closer than before.
Kairos let his lips move against the crook of my neck, up to my ears.
It was taunting, endearing and elicited strange feelings within.
This is beyond normal.
"Go on. Ask your questions." He said.
I swallowed nervously, gripping the corners of my shirt.
"What is your aim?"
"Drawing a little blood from your body."
"Why have you come here?" I asked, tilting my head in a way to reduce his access to that area of my body. Kairos chuckling in response. I could feel the vibrations from his chest.
"To kill." He answered.
"Why?" I pressed.
"Felt so."
Obviously not a genuine answer.
"I have a deal." I proposed, leaning my weight on his body.
Where I got the confidence? The fact I'm not dead yet and genuinely tired of overthinking.
"Oh?" Kairos said as he let me free, moving backwards. After a few seconds I turned my head and faced him.
I wasn't seeing the usual gold eyes- rather it was an eerily red color and under the little light, I knew his hair has turned jet black.
Why the transformation?
I wondered.
He sat on the small chair and gestured for me to come over.
I walked obediently, regardless of my every nerves screaming against everything I was doing.
What was I supposed to do?
I didn't know the answer. Nor could I comprehend this situation.
The question truly is; will I survive this hour or not? If yes, how long?
When I arrived before him, Kairos had the audacity to pat his laps with a smirk.
Silently daring me to disobey. And I was too terrified to want to find the outcome of that.
I know this little sh!t's personality. All he needs is one reason to kill and he doesn't hesitate.
I gritted my teeth, moving close enough and lowering myself to sit on his lap. Feeling my ages long of dignity crack.
In an instant, I was brought closer and embraced as Kairos resumed hanging his head on my neck.
"Say, what's the deal?" He asked.
I shifted nervously on his lap and heard a slight disruption in his breath.
Okay. Confused is an understatement. What is his aim? This intimacy is abnormal especially for him right? Or... I did some unknown voodoo and got him hooked? What?
"I know of the reality of your past life." I started. Panicking internally but sighing in relief as Kairos remained quiet and just rubbed drawings on my thigh.
Weird a*s b!tch. But denying I didn't find every inch of this contact pleasurable is a lie. It's far from weird. It seemed... Natural.
"I don't exactly know what your aim is but I have been sent to prevent you from causing worse harm."
"You're weak." He stated. Well thank you, Obvious.
"Yes. But I will grow..." I responded.
Continuing, I said. "I know a way to help you fulfil your goals better. The butterfly effect you may or have caused will result in bigger chaos but with me here, that will not happen."
Bold words from a scared girl hanging on a thread. Bold words for a girl who's unsure of the future.
No, partial deceit.
"So I assume you want to exchange your life for partnership?" Kairos concluded, tilting my chin to look at him.
"Yes." I whispered.
He grinned.
"Tell me, what are the benefits? In how many ways can you help me? What if I want a different kind of help?"
"What help?"
"The kind that leaves you moaning."
"Why?" I just couldn't understand anything.
"Your blood smells nice."
"How?"
F*cking explain to me, man.
"There's something in it. Like an addictive drug. I can smell it. I wouldn't have realized if my senses weren't heightened to such depths."
"Oh." Nope I didn't get a thing.
"Let me take a bite. Once a week and I don't mind keeping you alive- or sustaining you till you die a natural death. The partnership can work, too."
"Will it leave me moaning?"
Rosanna Jael Graymond that. Is. Not. The. Question.
Shifting a part of the hair that framed my face, Kairos' eyes darkened.
His voice was somehow raspy when he replied. Like he was thirsty of something.
My blood for example.
"Definitely. Make a choice, love."
His deep eyes stared into mine and I nodded.
"Straddle me," He smirked. This was not the Kairos I knew.
Taking his hands off me, he threw his head back with laboured breathing.
Can I stop to say he looks fine in the absurdity of the situation? Much more than normal?
Oh mama.
I did as told, placing both legs on his sides as I sat on his lap.
Was I excited? Very. Dumb? Maybe.
Kairos cupped my waist with one hand and used the other to hold the back of my neck.
Leaning in, I could see fire burning in those eyes. His features eliciting a strange racing of my heart as he came closer to my face.
Slowly Kairos lowered his head to my neck. And my breath hitched.
The grazing of his fangs upon my skin already sent me off my senses.
F*ck.
I wanted to cuss but what came out was a breathless sound.
A warm burning feeling engulfed me and Kairos' hold tightened around my waist, pulling me closer as I reciprocated a little too desperately.
What is wrong with me?
My arm was wrapped around his broad back while the other went into his hair.
Aroused?
His fangs sunk into my skin.
No pain. Just raw pleasure.
Gripping his hair tight, I forgot everything.
My mind focused on the pleasure as I released a moan from the hot lips pressed on my neck. My very sensitive neck. They set me up like fire on paper. Burning me up easily.
Did I moan? D-did that sound come from me?
In my daze, it pleased me that Kairos groaned in response.
I struggled to retain logic and it dawned on me, nothing that was currently happening is normal.
The urge, the feeling, the responses. Kairos' reaction... Everything.
I'm under the influence.
Then I black out. My body jerking in what seems to be shock in Kairos' hold.