Endless thoughts of Johnathan and her own home flooded her mind. She was more homesick than ever knowing that Christian had planned on keeping her here. The locked exits made that silent fact painfully obvious. There was an unspoken understanding that Trina was not allowed to leave this room. This space once looked heavenly and filled her with relief. Now it looked like a prison and filled her with contempt and hostility.
He wanted to explain himself to her? What exactly was he going to explain? His inhumane thirst for blood, or his plan to end her life and take her virginity all in one go? Could he explain why her attempt to escape had failed? Why she felt like her heart would stop if she ever touched the front door in attempt to rid herself of his existence again? What should she expect now? Apparently this man was some sort of cult "vampire" and there was an innocent man in a cellar locked away, vulnerable, against his rage and insanity. All the while, Christian's parents not only consent to the madness, but indulge in it as well! How can you explain things like that?
Johnathan was right. She was left completely defenseless without him. She needed him to save her. She wanted him. She needed him!
"Trina I can explain, I know what you think you heard but you don't know what really happened. You don't understand." She remained silent at the foot of the bed. Her fair blonde tresses concealed her face. Her head cast downward in heavy contemplation and her soundless thoughts were driving him insane. Christian hadn't a clue whether she were listening to him at all! She seemed more lost in her own thoughts, not at all concerned with the explanation he was trying so desperately to give her. Damn that siren! She had been content with Christian before he came along and ruined it all! She had accepted him, that meant all he had to do was explain the bond and boom, the hard part was over. But now he also had to explain why he lied about wanting to seduce and kill her...That was turning out to be quite the task.
"Dammit Trina, at least look at me while i'm talking to you!" The eerie way that she slowly turned her head, bringing her dead, glossy eyes over to him made him cringe. Still she said no words, she only stared, as if she could see into his very soul. And Christian couldn't take it. The moonlight shaded her figure, causing her to somewhat blend into the darkness of the room. Her eyes were wide, bright, and glazed over. Tears stained her pale cheeks and her body seemed to face the opposte direction of her neck. The sight of her made Christian regret his request.
"Of course, I would never force you to feel uncomfortable. Look away if you must." He amended, but she did not listen. Ever so slowly she twisted her body to face his direction, never once moving her neck, never once blinking, never once speaking. Christian began to lose his breath, he hadn't ever really been afraid of anything. He prided himself on his nerves of steel, and not since he was a child had he ever felt such pure, untamed terror. The dark room seemed to only worsen the situaton, had there been light in the room he was sure she would be far less menacing.
Trina never took her eyes off of him, she began to slowly crawl up the bed toward him, wide eyed and silent as a dead man's grave. 'Those eyes, those damned crazed eyes! Keep them away from me!' Christian thought. His insides became frantic likes he's never known before. His body was frozen in fear, a fear he did not understand. He was made of solid, lean, muscle. He could kill fifty men within sixty seconds. He was a ferocius force to be reckoned with... Why was this little blonde girl of one-hunred and twenty pounds the one thing that chilled him to his bones?
She crept toward him slowly finally making her way to the head of the large bed where Christian sat frozen. She crawled between his legs, close enough that her lips brushed lightly against his ear and whispered "Take me... home." For a moment Christian actually considered it. Taking her home seemed far less frightening than keeping her here where she could plunge a table leg through his chest while he slept. But then again, now that he found her, she was his only chance at surviving. He couldn't allow her to leave. "Trina, I need you." He breathed.
