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 time world was prodding me, getting out: Come play. Come chase. Come vanish into the haziness. 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, yet here I was caught by my promise, by my blame, by these dumb 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 ordinary 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 cheerful once more. A thump at the entryway intruded on my contemplations. I turned and fixed the pleasant silk smoking coat Winfield had credited me, thinking about whether Mrs. Sutherland had abandoned something. In any case, at that point the entryway aired out and a pink, fiendish face jabbed through. â€Å"Bridget,† I half-moaned. I checked out me frantically, as though an exit would out of nowhere give the idea 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 recently closed out an attacking armed force. â€Å"Stefan,† Bridget said in what she presumably thought was an attractive, dulcet tone. She was wearing a chiffon robe with mammoth chenille cabbage roses. Underneath, rather than a straightforward robe, she wore a muddled corseted dress made of splendid pink silk with a rose-red scarf that left her shoulders and neck exposed. 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 special first night early,† she murmured, driving herself into my arms. â€Å"Uh †† I stammered. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were substantial lidded. In spite of Damon's impulses, she was likewise under the influence of her own feelings, mixed to loving 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, pulverizing 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 exposed 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 agony 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 agonizing, and she may even appreciate it. Before I comprehended 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 misjudged it, kissing me harder and getting into a progressively agreeable position, lacing 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 compellingly, 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 torment and my requirement for blood. â€Å"It's just†¦ we're getting hitched tomorrow, Bridget. Only one more day. In the event that we hold up until it's†¦ uh†¦ appropriate, it will be considerably increasingly exceptional. Simply think, we'll have finished a†¦ delightful day†¦ with you in your wonderful, uh†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"Cream brocade with Flemish ribbon on the sleeves and bodice and an ivory glossy silk band with a cloak of coordinating ivory silk flowers,† she sneezed. â€Å"Right.† I contacted her elbow carefully and tilted her jawline up so she needed to take a gander at me. She cleared the detaches 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 black out grin. â€Å"All right.† At that point she snickered 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 depended on the bed, stifling 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. Yet, I had no way out, no alternative. I was caught in this room, in this circumstance, in the horrendous in-betweenness of being neither a human nor a beast. I tore the pad straight in two, quills detonating around the room like a white powder barrel. Damn you, Damon, I thought fiercely, for placing me in this position. Furthermore, damn you, as well, Katherine, for starting this.