Blood Legacy Chapter 100: 98. I hate you

I did not want his attention. I didn't want his food, his clothes or even his look on me.

I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I hated him. I hated him with all my being. He was keeping me hostage in here, trapped in this lousy cabin and I couldn't help but hate him so much for it.

I didn't care that he hadn't harmed me in any way -yet- and I didn't care that he was even trying to make me feel as comfortable as possible either. I just hated him. And that with a burning rage.

Three days had already passed and yet I was still wearing that same stupid dress, its skirt torn into dirtied ribbons that lifelessly flowed around me with every small movement. I looked like a fucking ghost. But I didn't give a single crap. I couldn't care less.

The worse I looked the better. I wanted him to see me like this. I wanted him to know how much I was suffering. That's why I've been constantly rejecting his food too, all those three daily meals he's been trying to give me ever since I got here. I'd survived solely on those small sips of water I've been stealing from the taps around the house whenever he wasn't looking.

He'd even given me a room of my own, with a walk-in closet and a bathroom of its own but I hadn't used it either. I've been sleeping on the floor instead, on that very same spot in the living room where he left me that first day before I tried to run away.

I was pretty sure that I looked and smelt like shit by now but like I said, I didn't give a single flying crap. He deserved to see me like this. Broken and dirty. This was his doing. All his.

I stared at my nails as I sat into a criss-crossed position there on my favorite spot on the floor, looking at the visible amount of dirt buried underneath them.

Nice.

I continued to admire them and pretended not to take notice of his presence as he walked back into the living room, his footsteps slow yet determined.

A sudden smell of freshly-baked goods wafted straight under my nose, making my stomach clench in retaliation and my mouth water but I forced myself to remain as unaffected as possible. I couldn't let him notice that. How hungry I actually was.

"Are you sure you don't want to have a nice bath and a change of clothes?"

My brow rose at the sound of that casual tone of his voice, slowly raising my gaze to look up at him.

He was wearing a simple pair of jeans today and a white t-shirt, looking all fresh and tidy like always. And he was carrying what appeared to be a tray of steaming puff pastries but I willed myself not to look at it.

And instead I threw him a rather bored look, spewing out in reply,

"Why? Is my smell starting to bother you?"

I fought back that victorious grin that threatened to form on my lips, so pleased that I was finally getting under his skin. Until I lastly noticed that small and nice one pulling at his, those dark eyes peering back at me as if I was still looking like a cute little princess as he warmly said,

"Actually, no. You could never smell bad to me, now matter how hard you'd try. You could bathe in dog waste and yet I'd still be able to find that delicious fresh peach scent underneath all that,"

"I just thought that it would make you feel better, relax your sore muscles. I can imagine that it's not exactly comfortable; sleeping on that cold and hard floor," he expressed a small shrug and then placed the tray filled with goodies on the coffee table, right underneath my nose.

I thickly swallowed and continued to stare up at him, fighting with all I had left in me not to look at those fresh and appetizing pastries. Because I knew that if I did, I would instantly lose the battle. I would pounce on that tray like a hungry lioness and devour everything within a moment, leaving him only the crumbs to feast on.

He sat down and made himself comfortable on the couch, his massive size taking up so much space in it as he laid himself sprawled and grabbed his previously discarded book and started reading from it, his hand lazily stretching out to grab a puff pastry from the tray.

*You motherfucker.*

I didn't wait for him to bite into it as I shot up faster than a freaking bullet. And within the very next moment I was already out that front door, the glaring sun slamming into my eyes with so much intensity that I had to stop for a moment and shield my eyes from it.

Fucking stupid sun.

I squinted my eyes and looked around from underneath my hand, noticing the vast body of water stretching out for miles just a few yards away from where I stood.

Holy shit. It's a wonder I didn't fall into it that night when I tried to run away. I remember that it was fucking pitch black outside and I was too freaked-out to even think straight, let alone bother taking in my surroundings first. I was lucky for taking a right before I'd started to mindlessly run through that forest like a crazed lunatic instead of just darting straight ahead.

*Yeah, and some luck it was,* I thought, lightly shaking my head upon remembering how he'd caught me and then let me believe that he was Nathan, just so that he could get some free smooching around. Thank god he stopped me just in time though. At least he had enough decency to do so. I didn't even want to think what would've happened if he continued with that pretence.

I took a glance over my shoulder to the front door, pleased to notice that he hadn't followed me outside. Even though this was the first time I was actually getting out of the cabin, after three days of self-inflicted punishment. He'd kept me company in that living room for most of the time, even choosing to sleep on the couch during night-time. I hadn't asked him to do any of that. Hell, I wanted to have him as far as possible away from me. But for some reason, he'd failed to understand that.

*Until now.*

A tiny smile graced my lips as I averted my attention back towards the lake, blowing out a sigh before I started walking towards the large and wide wooden deck. Finally. Some fucking peace.

The soles of my feet were still hurting a little, those blisters and wounds barely starting to heal but at least I still had my bandages on. The ones I let him wrap me with that first night.

I took another cautious glance over my shoulder as I reached the deck, making myself sure that he hadn't followed me. Nope. There was no one in sight. No scary and incredibly annoying Darius in sight.

I returned my attention back to the edge of that deck and walked straight towards it, lowering myself with shaky and cautious moves before I sat down, pleased to notice that I could touch the water with the tips of my toes.

Nice.

I blew out a longer and more exhausted sigh, enjoying the feel of the sun's rays on my skin. It was actually kinda cold outside but I didn't mind. I was fucking tired of seeing those same wooden walls for so long. Of seeing his stupid damned face for so many hours on end. I loathed him. His mere presence. I wanted to bash that fucking stupid handsome face in. I wanted to hurt him just as much as he'd hurt me already by keeping me here. He hadn't even given me a reason yet. Hadn't even tried to explain himself ever since we had that conversation in the kitchen three days ago.

What the hell did he want from me? Why was he keeping me here? Why couldn't he just let me go back to my family, my friends? What kind of sick torture was this?

I hadn't even realized that I'd started crying until a gentle breeze blew over my face, allowing me to feel that cold wetness trailing over my cheeks.

Great. Now he's making me cry from a distance. He doesn't even need to be in the same room with me anymore to do that.

*Asshole.*

I turned to peer over my shoulder and flip him the bird, not even caring that he was actually nowhere in sight.

*I hope you saw me from a window, you motherfucker.*

I quickly whipped back around, deciding that he wasn't worth the attention anyway. I'd gotten out of that stupid cabin to take a breather, not think about his crazy kidnapper ass.

But unfortunately, that looked like it was going to be the very last "breather" I was ever going to take as before I could even realize what was happening or why I had already lost balance and fallen forwards, plunging straight into that murky ice-cold water.

**

He was listening. He'd been reading that same line over and over again in that boring stupid book ever since she'd stormed outside, too focused and carefully listening to every single thing she did.

She was his main focus. Ever since he saw her in those dreams. His enchantress. His very breath of life and reason to live.

It hurt him so much to see her like that. It's been slowly killing him on the inside, having to watch her uselessly torment herself like she did, day after day, hour after hour. Her pain was his. Her suffering his. He could feel everything she felt. Even that hatred that bloomed in her heart with every moment spent in his presence. It was devastating. Destroying him from the inside out. He'd longed to tell her. Even dreamed about it. But he couldn't. Because he knew that she wouldn't believe him. So he had to choose this longer and more hurtful path. He had to wait. Let her figure it out on her own. Feel it herself before anything else.

He blew out a tired sigh and closed that damned book shut, absently staring at the ceiling above him for a moment.

She's going to be the death of me. This feral little kitten is going to be the death of me, he thought with the tiniest hint of amusement and even a little bit of dejection, throwing away that book before he sat up. And with a groan he got up to his feet, about to trudge his way outside and simply beg for her to come back inside and have at least a little something to eat. He couldn't stand it anymore. Couldn't watch her continuously starve herself like that. She was wasting herself away, little by little. He wasn't worth her precious life. And he was about to tell her just that.

Except that it seemed like he wouldn't get to, seeing as within the very next moment his wolf suddenly started to whine and struggle within him, his breath stopping in his chest.

*Carina.*

His insides started to hurt, feeling like his very soul was being torn apart inside of him. She was dying. She was right outside, rapidly fading away.

"Carinaaah!" He roared out with agony and burst outside with the brute force of his beast, eyes wild with panic upon noticing that she was nowhere in sight.

No...

He audibly wheezed out, mad with panic and raw fear, his heart violently slamming inside his chest as if threatening to get out.

"No...Carina..." he desperately looked around, agonizing and helpless until his gaze lastly fell on the still and shimmering surface of the lake.