How sweet the Taste

With a world full of mysteries, secrets and lies, how certain are you that you aren't apart of something beautifully dangerous? Something incredibly supernatural? Anna was fairly certain from a young age that something just wasn't right.

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43. Feelings

Why do I have to stay locked up here? I can’t even go outside. Are they afraid that I’m just going to lose control? That I’m going to kill a bunch of people? I roll my eyes. Yeah, I doubt that will ever happen. I mean, I don’t have to kill people to survive. I can always just take from a blood bank or eat raw meat, as nasty as that sounds. Do I have to have fresh blood or meat at all? Louis said that was the worst of the werewolf hunger, so I don’t have to have fresh meat, right?

 

    Speaking of Louis... How is this going to work? With Harry claiming to be my “Soul Mate” and with Louis being here, things are about to get hard for me. Really hard. How am I supposed to keep them from killing one another while trying to figure out what is best for me? My thoughts were broken as a small knock came from the door. I rolled over onto my tummy, with my legs in the air crossed at the ankle as I waited.

 

    “Anna? May I come in?” A silky voice called through the door. I mumbled an answer and waited for the response. 

 

    The door slowly pushed open to reveal Zayn. His black hair was messy over his head, showing the he didn’t put any gel in it to try and fix it. His jeans were hung low around his hips in a these-are-my-favorite-jeans kinda way as his shirt showed the outline of his chest. I raised an eyebrow as he sauntered through my door, his eyes roaming around the room.

 

    “Can I help you with something?” I ask, annoyed that he can just walk in and not speak to me.

 

    “It’s the other way around, sweetheart. Can I help you with something?” He asks, drawing out the “you” for a bit.

 

    “I’m fine. Why would you need to help me with anything?” I asked, sitting up and scooting back a little as he crawled onto my bed.

 

    “I’ve noticed that you’ve had a hard time trying to get used to being here. You seem to be stressed about multiple things. I thought I’d lend a helping hand.” Zayn said grinning at me as he wiggled his fingers. I stifled a giggle and shook my head.

 

    “I’m fine.” I say, struggling to sit still as he crawled over towards me to sit behind me.

 

    “Your shoulders say different.” He purrs as his warm hands gently grip my shoulders.

 

     I immediately begin to relax against his touch. I tried to will myself to get away from him but my body wouldn’t move. I was like putty in his hands. I would do what ever he wanted me to as long as he kept touching me. His hands gently rubbed my shoulders, slowly working out the knots. His thumbs worked their way up the back of my neck, making me drop my head forward to allow him more access. He hummed in approval. 

 

    “So..What can you do?” I ask though I doubt he heard me through my hair.

 

    “What do you mean?” He asked as his hands wondered down to just below my shoulders.

 

    “I’ve seen just about everyone else’s powers but yours. What can you do?” I ask as I raise my head up.

 

    “Do you want to see?” He cooed as his hands stopped moving. 

 

    I frowned but nodded my head. I started to turn around to face him but soft hands stopped me, silently asking me to stay facing away from him. I complied and waited. His hands went back to massaging my back and I made a face. Is this it? Is his power to just give really good massages? If I were him, I would want to trade it in somewhere.

 

    “You’re funny but,no, this is not my gift. This is.” He says lightly as his hands moved over my shoulders again.

 

    Light tingles rolled down my spine, making goosebumps appear over my skin. At first, I thought it was because I was cold but the tingles repeated themselves every ten seconds, slowly drowning my body in different feelings. 

 

    “By touch, I can control people’s emotions. I can’t make them angry, sad or anything like that though. Just the good emotions. Like joy.” He says quietly.

 

    What must have been joy cloaked my body, conjuring up a smile for no real reason. His hands moved down to the middle of my back.

 

    “I can make you feel happiness.” His said into my hair as he leaned against me while his hands worked.

 

    A lighter feeling flowed over my skin, making me feel peaceful and content in my spot on the bed. Now I know who to call when I need a picker-upper. His hand slipped up the back of my shirt, his skin hovering over mine until one light finger was placed on my skin, slowly running down my side.

 

    “Pleasure.” 

    

    With one word my body was drowning in heat. My flesh felt hot as his fingers gripped my skin, making white hot tingles rush over my body and down to my center. My heart beat hard in my chest as his lips found my ear.

 

    “All you gotta do... is say the word... and I can make it even better.” He mumbled against my skin as he lightly aided in tilting my head to the side, my lips pressing a light kiss just below my ear. The simple action normally would have just sent chills down my back but instead my breathing got heavier while new lighting bolts struck me.

 

    “Zayn.” A cold voice scolded, making me open the eyes that I didn’t even realized had closed. 

 

    Liam stood in the door way, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at us. He shook his head and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

 

    “You beat me to it.”

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