Fangs of Lust (Completed)

Chapter X

He stopped and tried to hold himself back from yelling. Jean just stood there and kept quiet, she didn't have anything to answer.

"You can't just leave us like that, you can't abandon everyone that cared about you."

"Cared about me?"

Jean opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. It was her turn to be angry.

"Where were you the last two centuries, Dom? Off somewhere caring about me?"

Jean wasn't trying to hide the bitter and sarcastic tone in her voice as she spoke. Dominic seemed to be pained by her words and looked down.

"I'm sorry Jean, I really am."

She scoffed but didn't say anything. There was a short silence before Jean sighed.

"I'm tired Dominic, it feels like I'm losing my mind each passing day and constantly getting staked doesn't help much." she stopped for a second before adding, "Where's Camille?"

"So you noticed it was her?"

The silence was enough of an answer for Dominic. He stood up and walked to the door.

"I'll let her know you're awake."

And with that he left, leaving Jean in the dark silence of the room. She stared up at the ceiling and her mind drifted off into thoughts. Her mind flashed back to the second she saw Emma in the room, trapped and broken, she remembered when Eleanor broke her arm and her blood started boiling inside her veins. She shut her eyes close and tried to control her anger, it wouldn't make her situation any better. Then she remembered the vague image of her face after she fell down to the ground, she was holding out her wrist and those were the last seconds Jean remembered before she had passed out.

A soft knock on her door.

She knew who it was before she even entered but she turned her head to look at her. Her white shirt revealed her collarbone and its long and loose arms decorated with white lace had a vintage air to them, long boots reached up to the knees of her black leather pants and a black corset stood tight on her waist. Camille looked like she had come out of a French history book as she stood at the frame of the door. She closed the door behind her and took a few steps forward. Jean looked up at her from the bed,

"You saved my life."

"It's my duty to protect you."

"You swore an oath to my mother, and she is long dead." she smiled, "You had no obligation to save me, yet you still did it."

Camille didn't answer. It was a few long minutes of silence before Jean broke it.

"What about her?"

"She's injured, but alive."

Camille didn't say anything else. Jean felt that she had more to say but she stood silent.

"I know what you're thinking. She's the reason why I'm like this in the first place."

"Yes, you're right." she hesitated before choosing her words, "but I haven't seen you do something like this in a long time Jean, not for anyone. It gives me hope."

"Hope that the beast hasn't devoured me whole yet?"

"That's putting it boldly but yes."

She sat next to her on the bed and took Jean's hands in her own, her caress was as gentle as silk. Jean looked at her and her eyes lingered on the long black eyelashes that fluttered as she looked down. There was a sad smile on her face as she stared down. It was a few seconds of comfortable silence before she finally stood up but Jean caught her wrist. Camille turned to look at her with a slightly surprised expression.