I was drunk, that was the only way I could explain the feeling that drinking Alexei's blood had given me. I found myself laid out on the bed, my body to heavy to move now. Alexei remained kneeling at the end of the bed, watching me with a calculating gaze.

"You know I used to pray a lot when I was kid that I would wake up as a normal girl. Boring and plain. That's all I wanted, it wasn't much to ask for..." I find myself mumbling in my current daze. I don't know why I am sharing these things with him. My tongue feels loose in my mouth, and I can't stop it from spilling my inner thoughts. I find my chest tightening as I let out what sounds like a giggle of amusement, "Humans are so lucky. They get to go through life completely oblivious to everything. The happy little idiots."

Alexei snorted at my comment as he pushed up off the floor, "You think they are happy?" I noted the sound of skepticism in his voice. He was a cynic of the highest order. I wondered to myself if this is how he had been born or if someone had molded him into the creature that he was now.

"I think they have a closer shot at being happy than most. At least they have the freedom of choice, which is more than I could say for most of us." I snapped back at him, finding my head was swimming in a pool of wandering thoughts. I had a brain of spaggetti, everything wrapped up together until there was no beginning or end. Until nothing made much sense at all. 

He stared down at me, "They could have all the choice and freedom in the world but at the end of the day they are powerless. They are just blood bags covered in meat waiting to be devoured by the boogeyman under there bed."

I frowned up at him, confused by his words, "Are you the boogeyman in this scenerio?" 

He leaned in over me, lips peeling back over his teeth in a sinister grin. His hands pressed into the bed, caging me in underneath him, "I'm worse than the boogeyman, Snowflake. So much worse." I knew that but I couldn't find the willpower to care. I must have lost my mind in my state because a part of me found his darkness appealing. The way he was looking at me like he might devour me heart and soul was making my blood burn hotter. I wanted him to devour me. I wanted to taste his darkness. I wanted him to drown me in it. 

I felt like there was an inferno building under my skin, my magic sizzled with life springing free from my body. It stretched out and began wrapping itself around his firm body like inky tendrils. His eyes narrowed slightly as if in thought as he lifted a hand toward my face, clawed fingers scraping gently at my flesh as he grabbed my chin. 

"I discovered a terrifying truth while you were gone. I do have a heart." His clipped and angry tone had me swallowing hard, "and it's beating in your pretty little chest, Witch." There was a dangerous light in his eyes as he moved his other hand so that a clawed finger was pressed to the soft flesh above my heart. It both terrified and excited me. I was beginning to believe that his darkness had defiled me in some way. I craved his violence, his pain, his wickedness. 

"I want to punish you for leaving me. I want punish you for taking away what belongs to me." The tip of his claw dug into my skin, causing a small sting of pain. I knew he was talking about my heart, the thing he now claimed to be his. It beat a little harder for him as if a part of it did belong to him. I remained silent below him, unsure what I should say. He tightened his hold on my face, my magic wrapping tighter around him as if it was trying to absorb him straight into my being. My body was humming with so much power at the moment that I was completely drunk on it.

I watched as the dark tendrils burned into his flesh, leaving red angry welts. He let out a deep pleasurable groan from the back of his throat, as if the pain turned him on, "You'd like that wouldn't you, Witch?" he asked as his eyes searched my face, "You try to pretend that you are good but you can't hide the truth from me." 

He leaned his lower half into, letting me feel the weight of his psychotic desire for me. I should have been disgusted by him but my body leaned into his, aching for what was pressing into my thigh, "You don't want to live like those happy little idiots like you claim.  The truth is you're just afraid of accepting that you like the power, the killing, the blood--the violence. You were made for this, Snowflake. You can't hide that from me, we share the same heart." 

I had stared into the abyss for too long and it had decided to stare back at me in the form of the sinful Alexei Grimm. I wasn't sure that he wasn't some form of demon lord summoned from hell to be my undoing. His blue eyes swirled with onyx, "You smell like you're ready for me, Snowflake." he leaned in closer, his breath fanning across my cheek, "Are you ready for me? Do you want me to punish you?" 

I found myself biting my lip hard, forcing myself to shake my head. His eyes grew darker as he continued to hold my gaze, "You can't beat the devil at his own game, Witch. I know the truth about you now, it won't be long before you realize it too." 

He peeled himself off of me, leaving me surprisingly chilled by his absence. The whole mood moved with a flip of some internal switch that Alexei had in his mind, "Close your eyes and go to sleep. You need your rest after everything that has happened." How did he expect me to go to sleep when I was buzzing so hard off of his blood? 

"I don't think I can." I say in a garbled rush. 

He stared down at me, before heaving a sigh that spoke of annoyance. I watched him reach down and pull his shirt up over his head, and I couldn't help my eyes from widening, "What are you doing? That wasn't an invitation to fuck me to sleep." 

He dropped his shirt to the floor, throwing a wicked grin in my direction, "My, my...you are a bad little witch aren't you, snowflake?" His fingers went to the button of his pants, popping it open and lowering the zipper with quick movements. I found myself licking my lips hungrily as he dropped his pants to his ankles, commando.

My eyes betrayed me as they inspected every inch of his perfect form as he moved towards the bed again. I started to scoot myself back from the edge in awkward, fumbled movements--trying my hardest to create space between us. His grin grew wider with amusement as he watched me, "Calm down, Snowflake. As much as I would like to fuck you to sleep per your imagination, all I plan to do help you sleep by laying beside you." 

"Why do you need to do that naked?" I snapped as he lowered himself onto the mattress beside me. 

"Because that is how I sleep. Now roll over onto your side." He commanded as he nestled in closer to me. I didn't like the way my body hummed again with his nearness. It was completely beyond my control I was finding. I rolled over making sure our faces were facing each other, not liking the thought of my back being to him. I wanted to keep him where I could see him. 

He huffed, giving me an eye roll as he scooted closer, reaching out and wrapping an arm around my waist. He pulled me in closer to him, tucking my head under his chin, "Better?" 

I opened my mouth to tell him no but I found that it did feel better after a moment. It was the most relaxed that I had felt since I had been brought to Alexei's Lycan community. I found myself sighing with relief. I would question my actions in the morning when I had more wits, for now I would just be content that I was safely wrapped up in the arms of a psychopath. 

My psychopath, I thought humorously to myself as I drifted into a sea of black. 

When I woke up again, I was alone in the bed as if I had always been that way. I lifted my leg to see my wound had healed as Alexei had assured me that it would. I ran my hand over the spot still surprised by the fact that it looked as though nothing had happened. It was easy to believe that everything had  simply been a dream. 

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