Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 15

The night prior to the wedding, I stood gazing out the window of my room. A delightful quarter-moon appeared through the luxuriously paned glass. It felt like the whole evening world was prodding me, getting out: Come play. Come chase. Come vanish into the obscurity. My skin prickled at whatever point a trace of the night air floated through, and my noses flared at the thousand and one aromas it conveyed. I am not intended to remain hostage inside at night†¦. I had thought I was hopeless in the recreation center chasing squirrels, however here I was caught by my promise, by my blame, by these moronic dividers, by a group of people under a spell, by my sibling. Mrs. Sutherland came in before that night. She didn't state a lot, just tapped my hand and squeezed my cheek, advising me not to stress, the wedding would before long be finished and afterward we as a whole †we as a whole †could return to the typical upbeat business of being a family. Much to her dismay that after Damon was through with them, the Sutherlands could always be unable to be ordinary or glad once more. A thump at the entryway interfered with my contemplations. I turned and fixed the decent silk smoking coat Winfield had advanced me, thinking about whether Mrs. Sutherland had deserted something. Be that as it may, at that point the entryway aired out and a pink, naughty face jabbed through. â€Å"Bridget,† I half-moaned. I checked out me urgently, as though an exit would unexpectedly create the impression that I could escape through. She laughed and out of nowhere pushed her way in, hammering the entryway behind her, inclining toward it like she had quite recently closed out an attacking armed force. â€Å"Stefan,† Bridget said in what she most likely idea was a provocative, dulcet tone. She was wearing a chiffon robe with mammoth chenille cabbage roses. Underneath, rather than a straightforward robe, she wore a confused corseted dress made of splendid pink silk with a rose-red scarf that left her shoulders and neck uncovered. â€Å"Bridget,† I said warningly, backing up. My head hit one of the light emissions four-banner bed. â€Å"I thought perhaps we could begin the vacation early,† she murmured, driving herself into my arms. â€Å"Uh †† I stammered. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were substantial lidded. Notwithstanding Damon's impulses, she was likewise under the influence of her own feelings, mixed to passionate affections for the man she was going to wed. She pushed me †with strikingly solid arms †down on to the bed and fell upon me, squashing me under wave after rush of silk. Her bosoms hurled over the undergarment, and I could feel her warm skin through my robe. I had an ideal perspective on her uncovered white neck. Her heart siphoned rapidly, giving her skin a hot, blushing shine and filling my faculties with her blood. I could smell it all over her, salty and warm and human. A shudder experienced my body as her chest squeezed against mine, and I could feel the torment start along my jaw. Such a sweet torment †and it had been so long since I had human blood†¦. It couldn't do any harm, some portion of me said. She wouldn't see any problems me gnawing her, even without impulse. It didn't need to be excruciating, and she may even appreciate it. Before I recognized what I was doing I had squeezed my lips to her shoulder, just to feel the skin, to take a little lick†¦ She felt me moving underneath her and confounded it, kissing me harder and getting into an increasingly agreeable position, weaving her legs in mine. â€Å"No!† I figured out how to deal with myself and pushed her off me. I didn't intend to do it so mightily, however even in my debilitated state I was as yet a few times more grounded than a human. She tumbled as far as possible of the bed, against one of the posts, looking stunned. And afterward she started to cry. â€Å"You†¦ don't need me†¦Ã¢â‚¬  she howled, fat beads of tears moving down her cheeks. â€Å"Bridget, no, I†¦Ã¢â‚¬  My teeth withdrew and I was hurting with the agony and my requirement for blood. â€Å"It's just†¦ we're getting hitched tomorrow, Bridget. Only one more day. On the off chance that we hold up until it's†¦ uh†¦ legitimate, it will be significantly increasingly extraordinary. Simply think, we'll have finished a†¦ wonderful day†¦ with you in your delightful, uh†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"Cream brocade with Flemish trim on the sleeves and bodice and an ivory glossy silk scarf with a cloak of coordinating ivory silk flowers,† she sneezed. â€Å"Right.† I contacted her elbow gently and tilted her jawline up so she needed to take a gander at me. She cleared the removes her face with a bit of her robe. â€Å"Let my first night with you be with that picture of you in my brain, my reddening bride.† She gestured, sniffing once more, giving me a swoon grin. â€Å"All right.† At that point she laughed once more, back to her old self, and frilled off the bed and to the entryway. â€Å"Good night†¦ lover,† she cooed before leaving. When she was gone I counted on the bed, muting a moan in my pad. It never really lessen my disappointment. I stood, pacing from the window to the entryway, needing to leave, to get away, to chase, to accomplish something. Be that as it may, I had no way out, no choice. I was caught in this room, in this circumstance, in the awful in-betweenness of being neither a human nor a beast. I tore the cushion straight in two, plumes detonating around the room like a white powder barrel. Damn you, Damon, I thought savagely, for placing me in this position. Also, damn you, as well, Katherine, for starting this.