Enticing Blood

*chapter six

Melanie padded her skin dry with a white fluffy towel then she placed the towel at her feet and then pulled on the change of clothes that she had pulled from her bag earlier. She stood straight and she twisted her hair up into a bun and tied it into a tight knot, then she grabbed her toothbrush and rinsed out her mouth that tasted foul from sleeping for so long. As she went through her routine, she couldn't help but think about everything, all the lies and all the secrets that were hidden beneath everyone's noses.

Walking past you on the street, handing you your coffee in the morning, pumping your gas or pulling you over for driving too fast. It made Melanie wonder, how often had she crossed paths with a nightworlder?

And that made her wonder even more; if she was so wanted by them, and they seemed to line the streets, why hadn't they taken her already?

Melanie would have to juice all this information from Wylde and Dean later. She gave herself one last look, then she exited the bathroom and back into the guestroom, where Wylde sat in a leather chair and watched her enter the lightly lit room. He sat with a Revolver magazine on his lap and the lamp that sat on the small table next to him was lit and illuminated his face.

"Feel better?" He asked. Melanie nodded curtly and crawled into her bed, bringing her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them. The room was oddly cold, and Melanie couldn't help but shiver.

"How long do I have to stay here?" Melanie asked. "You say you guys are keeping me safe, but when can I go back to my normal life?"

"Never." Wylde said without hesitation. Melanie's eyes widened a little bit, and her jaw dropped. That word echoed through her mind over and over again, and she whimpered. "What do you expect, Melanie?"

To be normal again.

Wylde stood up and walked over slowly, his eyes watching her. He sat next to her and placed his hand on her knee and she looked at him.For the first time, his eyes were open and vulnerable to her. She read right through him. He felt sorry, he felt horrible for taking her away. All these emotions fled through her that weren't her own, then suddenly, they cut off.

Just like that, a light switched off and she felt her own emotions again.

Wylde slowly drew his hands away from Melanie and he even scooted away a little, his face twisting in a way that made Melanie wonder.

"Can I ask you something?" Melanie whispered, her voice almost inaudible. Wylde looked over to Melanie and nodded softly. "Why now?" She asked, her voice cracking. "Why do you guys choose to protect me now?"

"Because everyone has just figured out you exist. There were always rumors about you, but no one believed them. Now, nightworlders are teaming together to come find you."

Melanie nodded slowly and she shut her mouth, staring at the empty space before her.

Suddenly, a phone rang from Wylde's sweatpants, and he quickly fished it out and looked down at the screen to see he had received a new text. He studied the screen for a couple seconds, then he cursed and stood.

"What's wrong?" Melanie asked as she stood too.

"It's Dean. He left to go pick up some pizza and he ran into some demons. I have to go help him." He sighed loudly. "Of-fucking-course." He cursed as he shook his head, as if this happened all the time. He started to leave the room, but Melanie seized his hand and pulled him back.

"I'll go with." She said, letting go of his hand slowly. He shook his head and begun to walk away again as he spoke.

"Like hell you are." He was shocked she even suggested such a thing. "You're staying here, human." It wasn't a choice, it was a command. His voice was strict and showed authority, but it brushed right past her like water through fingers.