Melanie silently dabbed a cotton ball along Wylde's lip, swiping up the access blood with the fluffy white ball. The cut was already healed, after she had manually stitched it back together, and did the same to the gash on his chest—but the blood still lingered, smearing across his skin and making him a scarlet mess.
Wylde had said that when you manually stitched the wounds back together, they would heal faster. Supposedly, demon wounds from their weapons and or body parts, took longer to heal than regular ones. Demons were the most lethal, right alongside vampires.
Melanie was a little nauseous with the thought of stitching Wylde back together, but he instructed her along the way, and once she was finished, she appreciated her handiwork, and cleaned him up with a couple cotton balls.
"Thank you." He whispered, his eyes watching her carefully. A smile broke Melanie's grim expression and she chuckled, shaking her head slowly.
"You already thanked me, Wylde." Melanie whispered. "Five times." She added, looking up at him.
Wylde scoffed, but he closed his eyes as Melanie switched out the cotton ball for a damp rag and swiped it across his forehead where the blood of the demons was smeared.
"You should thank Dean, though." Wylde finally said, opening his eyes.
"She already did." A voice cut in, and Melanie turned her head and saw Dean standing in the doorway, his arms crossed across his chest. The lighting of the room made the boy look lethal, reflecting off his tanned skin and toned muscle that rippled under his flesh. "How are you feeling, Wylde?" He asked. Wylde held up his hand and gave a single thumbs up.
"Under the care of Dr. Melanie." He snickered. "I think you're next." Melanie examined Dean to see that he too had blood, but across his mouth and under his chin and down his chest. It looked as if he had been feeding on something for an hour and let the thing bleed out on him. He had a long gash across his chest that was still fresh and draining of blood.
Melanie handed Wylde a new black T-shirt and he stood, grabbing the back of his old shirt over his head and yanking down, stripping it off of his body. He pulled the black one over his head and smiled at Melanie, then walked past Dean who still stood in the doorway and left the room.
Dean slowly pushed himself off the frame and made his way to the bed and sat in front of Melanie, his knees bumping into hers. The contact made Melanie jump, although she wasn't sure why. He stripped off his shirt, the muscle beneath his chest rippling under his skin.
Melanie grabbed a new small rag and began wiping away at the blood across Dean's chest, careful of the skin contact between them. Once his chest was clean from any bodily substance, Melanie then grabbed the needle and thread and slightly poked through his skin, just at the edge of the wound. Dean winced, since his pain tolerance wasn't as high as Wylde's, but he was quiet the rest of the time.
He watched her carefully as she slowly threaded the needle in and out of his flesh.
Melanie was the first to speak up: "Thank you." Melanie said quietly.
"Stop saying that."
Melanie shut her mouth, her teeth slamming together. She had said it more times than Wylde had, but she felt that she needed to say it more than ever right now.
He had saved her life, after all.
Carefully, after she had finished, Melanie tied the thread in a knot and took a pair of scissors and cut the thread, then she stuck a bandage over the carefully sewn wound and handed him a fresh shirt. He pulled it over his head quickly.
Melanie kept quiet as she wrung out the bloodied rag in a small bowl that was filled with red water, and went back to wipe away blood, this time on his neck. "Tilt your head back." She instructed.
Dean did as he was told and tilted his head back.
The muscle in his neck stretched out and rippled like a wave underneath the tanned skin and Melanie sucked in a breath as she wiped the scarlet from his neck and chin. Her hand began to shake as she gripped the rag in her fingers and dabbed his neck. His chest lifted, then sank again with his breathing, and Melanie watched as his muscle expanded with each breath.
Finally she finished, and she wrung out the rag once more, and set it down on the table and she arranged the cotton balls in one big pile, then shoveled them into the garbage can. When she looked back at Dean, he was watching her carefully, his face nearly inches from hers.
"How do you feel?" He asked. Melanie lifted her shoulders in a halfhearted shrug, and to her surprise, he grabbed both of her shoulders with his firm hands and guided her to his spot, and he took a seat in the chair where she once sat. He brushed away her hair with his fingertips to expose the bite mark that was on her neck. His fingers grazed across it and a sting surfaced from her skin and was now forefront in her mind. She sucked in air through her teeth and he looked at her. "Did that hurt you?"
Melanie slowly nodded, and he looked back down to the wound.
"I knew that it would still be bothering you." He pulled something from his pocket and opened his palm to reveal a small vial filled with a clear liquid. He grabbed a clean cotton ball and bit off the top of the vial and spit out the cap then he dropped some of the liquid onto the cotton ball and went for her neck, but she lifted her arm and stopped him, fear rising in her chest.
"What is that?" She asked, her eyes wide. Dean smiled a little, but retreated his arms.
"It's like an antidote for a demon's bite. Vampire and demon's bites are the worst, and it'll only get more infected and slowly kill you."
Melanie watched him for a second, her eyes never wavering.
"And you're just now deciding to give it to me?" She pondered aloud, her eyebrows shooting together in worry.
"I was planning to give it to you now, and so here I am." He said with a chuckle. When he noticed that she didn't move, that her guard wasn't let down, he added, "Trust me." If he wanted her to die, he would have let the demon drain all of the blood from her body.
Slowly, Melanie nodded.
Dean moved forward, his face so close to hers she could smell his minty breath that was hot against her face. Carefully, he used his finger to tip back her chin and angle her face, and he pressed the cotton ball against the bite marks and Melanie felt the wound begin to sting as if he were pouring acid directly on it. She gripped his sleeve and her fingernails dug into his flesh, but he didn't say or do anything. She hissed between her teeth and clenched her jaw shut, tightening her eyes together. Suddenly, she felt the pressure of the cotton ball being removed and the sting ceased in her neck, and she felt something different being placed against the wound.
Something warm and soft gently pressed against her neck, and it took her a moment to realize Dean was kissing her flesh, right where the wound had been. Before she could do anything, he pulled away and looked at her with his bright blue eyes. His hand was tangled in her hair and his body was as close to her as it could get.
She wanted to say something, anything, but her words were cut off as he pressed his lips against hers. His lips were soft and inviting, and they moved swiftly across her mouth, forcefully parting her lips as she sat motionless. The feeling wasn't revolting, but it didn't light anything inside her like a kiss should.
Melanie gently placed her palm on his chest and pushed. and he pulled away, his eyebrows drawn together. It wasn't hard to see the look of pain that danced across his expression.
"I-I'm sorry." She whispered in a croak. "I just...Don't feel that way about you." Melanie said lightly. He watched her with narrowed eyes for a moment, but nodded and stood.
"Don't be sorry." He said, his voice cool. "I should be sorry, I kind of, forced it on you. I don't know what I'm doing anyways, we're strangers and I think I'm just..." He grabbed the vial and capped it while his voice trailed off, then shoved it in his pocket. He let out a nervous laugh as he ruffled the hair on the back of his head and watched her carefully. "You're just very beautiful but I don't know why I did that."
"Thanks for...Healing my bite." Melanie said, clearing her throat. He nodded softly, then he swiftly left the room, closing the door behind him.
Melanie sat in silence as she stared blankly at the wall, and finally, she stood and gathered all the medical supplies and put them away. She walked into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and took a long hot shower.
Once she was done, she dried herself and pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, then she dared to exit her room. The house was quiet and Melanie softly walked down the hall and down the stairs, only to see Wylde sitting alone in the kitchen, running his finger around the rim of a glass full of red blood.
"So, Dean took care of you." There wasn't any acid in his voice, and Melanie didn't know if he knew about the kiss or not.
She really hoped he didn't.
"Yeah, the demon bite." She said, sitting next to him at the table.
"I didn't know about it or I would have-"
"It's fine." Melanie brushed it off and smiled. He smiled in return and took a small sip of the blood, and Melanie watched him closely. "Does that taste good to you?" She asked him. He pulled the glass from his lips and licked the remainder of blood that was left behind.
"Yeah." He said with a throaty laugh. "It's sweet, really good, actually." He motioned the cup to her with a smirk. "Wanna try?"
Melanie peeled her lip back in distaste and shook her head quickly. "I'll pass."
He laughed and nodded, then went for another drink, but paused in thought. "Are you hungry?" He asked, with the glass of blood hovering an inch away from his lips. Melanie nodded curtly. Her stomach was growling at the thought of food.
He picked up his phone from the counter and dialed someone, then pressed the phone to his ear. "Hey, yeah please." Pause. "I would like a large pepperoni pizza."
Please, not pizza again. Melanie grabbed his arm and he pulled the phone away, giving her a questioning look.
"Do they have salad? I really don't want pizza right now." Wylde chuckled and nodded.
"Can we add a salad to that order please? Just a garden should be fine...With ranch?" Melanie nodded in approval. He kept talking, giving the address and card information as he walked out of the room, leaving Melanie by herself in the kitchen. She watched her hands that sat in front of her and couldn't help but wonder where Dean was.
The house was huge, so he could be anywhere in this place. Did she hurt him?
Wylde found his way back into the kitchen and had ditched his phone. He sat down in the chair, taking a drink of his blood.
"Where's Dean?" Melanie asked softly. Wylde looked at her and pressed his lips together.
"I think he's in his room. He's definitely butthurt about something, what happened?"
Melanie shook her head, chuckling to herself. "Nothing." She lied through her teeth, but she didn't find it necessary to tell him.
"Huh." He said, then he sat back in his chair, watching her carefully. "My vampire senses are tingling right now."
Melanie couldn't help but smile. "Vampire senses?"
"They are very strong. I can sense liars." He said with the corner of his mouth tipping up. "Why don't you really tell me what happened."
Melanie sighed, then she sat up as she spoke. "He kissed me." Wylde's eyes opened wide and he sat up too. "But, I pushed him away." Melanie explained, toying with a ring that was around her pointer finger. "He didn't seem that upset..."
"Well, you pushed him away, that probably hurt him and his ego." Wylde explained, watching her carefully. He took a deep breath and watched her carefully with an unreadable expression. "Why did you push him away?"
"Because he's a complete stranger; you both are." Melanie gave him a look as if it's the most logical answer there is--because it's the truth. "Doesn't matter how attractive either of you are, you're strangers who kidnapped me. I'm not going to be kissing anyone anytime soon."
Wylde nodded, understanding her points. He paused for a second, a smirk on his lips. "You think I'm cute?"
"Can you shut up." Melanie rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the burn that slowly rose to her cheeks.
They sat silent for a couple moments, thinking about nothing in particular.
Finally, Wylde spoke. "How's your neck feeling?" He asked. Melanie brushed her hair to the side and exposed her skin that was unblemished. Wylde leaned forward and brushed his fingers across her skin, sending a wave of chills in his wake. "It looks good."
Melanie nodded and she looked at Wylde. "If my blood is the cure-"
"It wouldn't have cured him, Mel." He said, and her nickname rolled off of his tongue effortlessly. Melanie froze at the sound of the name, and her hand instantly grabbed her necklace and she rubbed her thumb across the key, Isabel suddenly plaguing her mind. She nodded slowly, finding no interest in the topic anymore.
She nodded and stood, ignoring the look he was giving her.
"Do you want to know why?" He questioned, but she just ignored him and turned to walk out of the kitchen. Before she could step foot out of the room, he had been behind her and seized her arm, turning her to him. She clashed against him, her chest slamming into his roughly, but she took a cautious step backwards.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his hand tight around her wrist. She shook her head and tried to slither away, but he pressed his hands against her shoulders and pushed her against a wall, his arms boxing her in. She felt her heart rise to her throat as his eyes scanned hers, boring into her deeply as if he could read every part of her.
Suddenly, there was a sound that broke through the silence, and it sounded like the doorbell, but Wylde didn't make so much of a movement to answer the door.
"I'm thinking about how you should go answer the door." She whispered, her eyes closed. He watched her for a long moment, then slowly, he nodded and pushed himself away, then he disappeared around the door frame.
Before she could catch her breath, he was back and placing the food on the table.
"I'm sorry." Melanie said weakly as she sat back down. Wylde placed her salad in front of her and he sat next to her, his eyes watching as she tore open the packaging. "I just--Isabel called me Mel and when you said the name it just made me realize how much I miss her."
"I understand." He said softly.
There was a long silence and Melanie began to eat her food, savoring each crunchy bite. It was such a nice feeling to get fresh, green food inside her body rather than greasy pizza. "Thank you for the dinner." She finally said.
"Don't mention it."
"How come no one told me we're getting pizza?" Dean asked as he strolled into the kitchen. If he was bothered at all from the previous events, he didn't show it. He just grabbed a plate and a piece of pizza, standing against the counter and digging in.
"Because I knew you'd smell it before I got the chance to." Wylde said with a chuckle.
"Fair." Dean said around a mouthful, smiling at both of them.
Melanie didn't say a word, she just finished her salad and excused herself to bed, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion on her body.