Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 15

The darkness before the wedding, I stood staring away the windowpane of my bedroom. A beautiful quarter-moon shown finished the ornately paned glass. It felt interchangeable the completed nighttime world was teasing me, calling out draw play. Come hunt. Come disappear into the darkness. My skin prickled whenever a hint of the night line of descent breezed through, and my nostrils fla blushing(a) at the thousand and whiz scents it carried.I am not meant to pacify captive inside at night. I had thought I was miserable in the park hunting squirrels, but here I was trapped by my word, by my guilt, by these stupid walls, by a family of mans under a spell, by my brother.Mrs. Sutherland came in earlier that evening. She didnt conjecture much, just patted my hand and pinched my cheek, telling me not to worry, the wedding would short be over and then we all we all could get keystone to the shape happy business of being a family.Little did she tell apart that after Damon was t hrough with them, the Sutherlands would never be able to be normal or happy again.A knock at the door break make my thoughts. I turned and tightened the nice silk smoking jacket Winfield had loaned me, wondering if Mrs. Sutherland had go forth something behind. precisely then the door cracked open and a pink, disgusting face poked through.Bridget, I half-groaned. I looked around me desperately, as if some divide of exit would suddenly appear that I could escape through.She giggled and suddenly shoved her route in, slamming the door behind her, leaning against it like she had just shut out an invading army.Stefan, Bridget said in what she probably thought was a sexy, odorous tone. She was dressed in a chiffon robe with giant chenille uprise roses. Underneath, instead of a simple nightgown, she wore a complicated corseted dress do of bright pink silk with a rose-red sash that left her shoulders and manage bare.Bridget, I said warningly, backing up. My head hit one of the be ams of the four-poster bed.I thought maybe we could start the honeymoon early, she whispered, pushing herself into my arms.Uh I stammered.Her cheeks were red and her eyes were heavy-lidded. Despite Damons compulsions, she was also under the sway of her own emotions, excited to amorous feelings for the man she was about to marry.She pushed me with remarkably strong arms surmount on to the bed and fell upon me, crushing me under wave after wave of silk. Her breasts heaved over the corset, and I could feel her warm skin through my robe. I had a perfect view of her bare white neck. Her core pumped quickly, giving her skin a hot, rosy glow and selection my senses with her blood. I could smell it all over her, salty and warm and human. A shiver went through my body as her chest pressed against mine, and I could feel the pain begin along my jaw. Such a refreshful pain and it had been such a long time since I had had human blood.It couldnt hurt, part of me said. She wouldnt mind m e biting her, even without compulsion. It didnt have to be painful, and she might even enjoy it. Before I knew what I was doing I had pressed my lips to her shoulder, just to feel the skin, to take a little laveShe felt me moving beneath her and misinterpreted it, kissing me harder and getting into a much comfortable position, entwining her legs in mine.NoI managed to get control of myself and shoved her off me. I didnt mean to do it so forcefully, but even in my weakened state I was still several times stronger than a human. She fell to the end of the bed, against one of the posts, looking shocked.And then she began to cry.You dont want me she wailed, go droplets of divide rolling down her cheeks.Bridget, no, I My fangs retracted and I was hurt with the pain and my need for blood. Its just were getting married tomorrow, Bridget. provided one more day. If we wait until its uh proper, it will be even more special. Just think, well have completed a beautiful day with you in your beautiful, uh thrash brocade with Flemish lace on the sleeves and bodice and an ivory satin sash with a veil of matching ivory silk flowers, she sniffled.Right. I touched her elbow fine and tilted her chin up so she had to look at me. She wiped the tears off her face with a piece of her robe. Let my first night with you be with that image of you in my mind, my blushing bride.She nodded, sniffing again, giving me a half-hearted smile. All right.Then she giggled again, back to her old self, and flounced off the bed and to the door. high-priced night lover, she cooed before exiting.As soon as she was gone I fell back on the bed, muffling a groan in my pillow. It did naught to abate my frustration. I stood, pacing from the window to the door, wanting to leave, to escape, to hunt, to do something. But I had no choice, no option. I was trapped in this room, in this situation, in the terrible in-betweenness of being neither a human nor a monster.I ripped the pillow straight in two, fea thers exploding around the room like a white powder keg.Damn you, Damon, I thought violently, for place me in this position. And damn you, too, Katherine, for beginning all this.