chapter 5

"Draven, why is everyone so scared of him?" I asked and Vincent chuckled softly before reaching into his pockets to pick something.

"He's not as dangerous as some people assume him to be." He responded, taking out a small injection filled with red liquid a I started at it in surprise. "But that's the kind of image he prefers to have." Vincent said, rolling up his sleeves and I was about to say something when he pierced the needle through his skin, causing me to gasp.

"What are you doing?" I asked and he simply injected the liquid before pulling the needle away. 

"Blood." He mumbled with a smile and I stared at him, confusion written all over my face now.

"This way I won't have to feed on the humans." He said and I gave him a look of doubt. A vampire injecting blood rather than feeding on humans? Get real.

"How? I thought vampires were strong, how is the needle able to penetrate your skin?" I asked and he grunted softly before giving me a small smile.

"The injection is laced with Vervain." He replied shortly, rolling down his sleeves and I nodded slowly.

"Right okay." I mumbled, rubbing my hands together nervously. "Has Draven ever killed anyone before...?" I asked out of the blue and Vincent scratched the back of his hair, causing my heart to skip a beat.

"He was very close to." With these words, my hands started to tremble and I gulped softly. Okay, new rule Adriana, never piss off Draven Cruz. "He's only fought back to protect us so far." Vincent continued and I landed my gaze back on the ground. So why was he treating me so badly?

"He hates me, doesn't he?" I asked softly and I heard him chuckled again before shaking his head in pity.

"You've not really been behaving well lately so what'd you expect?" He asked with a grin and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I didn't come here on my own free will, Vincent. What would you have done in my position?" I asked, my tone turning all serious and low and I watched his expression turn blank within seconds.

"I wouldn't know now, would I?" He asked, suddenly turning all cold and I scoffed before turning away.

"You don't even want to hear me out because you know I'm right and anyone in their right minds wouldn't go along to any of this." I grimaced and he gave me another look before reaching up to pinch my cheeks.

"Sorry." He smiled but somehow I was able to see through his lie. His smile was forced, fake not genuine, call it whatever you want, it was definitely anything but sincere.

"About Draven-" I started to say when Vincent interrupted me.

"I can only say this." He said, standing up and I looked up at him. "Don't piss him off, he wouldn't hesitate to kill you if he wanted to." Vincent finished, turning around and I was about to bombard him with questions when he disappeared of my sight.

"Vincent?!" I started calling, shooting up from my position but gave up when I realized he left. With a pounding heart, I was about to go back up to my room when I heard Rihanna's voice, screaming through the mansion, causing me to freeze in my position, my heart almost ripping out of my chest. Ignore it, it's just feeding time Adriana-

Another painful screams interrupted my thoughts and before I could even think straight, I found myself running towards the dining room, which I assumed was where the screams were echoing from.

As soon as I entered the room, my jaws dropped open as I stared at Draven, who was now digging himself inside her neck and and I watched Rihanna cry out in pain, the color on her face draining away as he continued sucking her blood.

"It hurts..." I heard her barely choke out and I wanted to run but my feet refused to move any further. Do something, anything!

"Stop..." I choke out and I watched Draven stop to look at me, his eyes meeting mine for only a few seconds before he tightened the grip around her shoulders from behind.

"Draven..." Rihanna's voice was barely audible now and I watched her skin getting paler within seconds, causing me to bolt up to Draven and ripping his hands away from her body. Her lump dropped on the floor and I was about to snap at him when two large hands grabbed my shoulders tightly. Before I could even realized what was going on, my back was slammed to the nearest wall and I cried out in pain as I looked up to face Draven, his eyes filling with tons of emotions at once.

"You could've killed her so-" I started to explain myself but stopped when he glared at me with so much hatred, I started to tremble.

"Who the f- do you think you are?!" He spat, leaning his face so close to mine, I could literally feel his hot, minty breath fanning against my lips.

"She could've died!" I started to defend myself, a sudden burst of desperation blowing up inside of me but I knew it wasn't going to last long because tears were already starting to glisten my eyes and I swallowed in another whimper.

"Does she look dead to you?!" He asked, releasing his grip and pointing at Rihanna who was now getting up, her hand clutching the side of her neck as the blood started dripping down her neck and onto her dress.

"You were hurting her-"

"She asked for it, she begged for it, why the hell do you have to get involved?!" He raised his voice and I looked at Rihanna, who gave me a rather displeased look before turning away. "If you can't even offer yourself to us, why-"

"If she truly wanted it, she wouldn't be screaming out in so much pain!" I snapped with the last ounce of courage I had gasped when Draven grasped my wrists before yanking me closer to him.