He sinks his teeth into your neck.

It hurt... a lot, but there was a underlining feeling behind it all. He was being extremely rough with you and it didn't help that he was digging his nails into your shoulders. You held in your cries, for you didn't really see a reason to let them out. Cain moans into your shoulder, before letting go.

He had that scary look in his eyes again.

"Don't hide it from me (y/n)."

He bites down again near the same spot. It hurt even worse. Once again you held in your cries. There was definitely going to be a bruise there. What else did he want? Was it your life that he was hungry for...did he just want to kill you?

What were you hiding?

You put one of you hands on Cain's chest and push him softly. You wanted him to let go. It did nothing but make him grip you shoulders even tighter. He wasn't feral, but he sure was acting like it. You wondered if this experience would be worse if you had waited a little longer. Would he have acted crazier?

He releases your neck from his mouth again, frowning. You could feel some of your blood leaking from your new puncture wounds. They were going to look way worse than John's. Cain licks off the blood that was running down your arm, closing his eyes in satisfaction.

"Come on... (y/n). I know you can do better than that. Don't hold it in." Cain teased.

You didn't know what else he wanted. What else was there to give? What exactly were you holding in. He was being far too vague and you think that he's being vague in purpose. Your confusion was overpowered by a foreign feeling.

He bit into you again. It was very close to your other wounds and it hurt like hell.

You gasp. It felt so sharp, so electric. You couldn't feel your fingertips, or your toes. You felt like you were floating and for a second, the bite didn't feel so bad.

It felt nice... and then came more pain.

You yelp and then you whimper, which disgusted you. Whatever high you just experienced was gone and what was left was a sharp and aching pain. You punched Cain's chest, but it didn't do any damage. You felt weaker than usual and you didn't like it... you didn't like it. You wanted him to go away, but you knew if he did.... you'd miss him. You open your mouth, but you had nothing to say. the only thing that exited your mouth were shallow gasps.

Why was the only person you cared for being so mean to you? What did that mean? Did he hate you now... was he using you from the start? Clearly, the pain was affecting your way of thinking.

You weren't thinking properly and even with that fact, it still hurt to know that he found pleasure in hurting you.

It also angered you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, clenching and unclenching your fist.

Cain finally let's go for the last time.

"That was it." He chuckles. "That is what I was hungry for."

He places his hand under your chin, looking into your eyes.

"Such cute noises... you know... I always liked cute things." Cain says, picking you up. "I just wanted to hear you... so cute."

"I don't... get it...." You grumble, a bit mad.

"What's not to get?" Cain laughs. It was innocent and full of all types of positive emotions. "I—I love you!"

He was acting like whatever just happened wasn't a big deal and you were... okay with it? Why are you okay with that?He was just emotionally confused... just like you... right? Being human was way too complicated.

"(Y/n)... I was indeed hungry for you."

"I know." You scoff.

Cain chuckles. "Heeey, don't be so mad. I'm sorry."

"Mad? If that is what I'm feeling... than I have a right to feel that way."

"You ran from me. That really hurt you know, but I know I can be frightening so... I'm sorry." Cain huffs, smiling at you. He takes you to a bathroom, setting you down on the toilet, it's lid closed. He began to run some water in the bathtub and poured something into it. It was most likely soap.

"I would have forgiven you... even if you didn't apologize." You say as you watch Cain reach under the sink to grab a first-aid kit. "I don't know why..."

"Hmm... that's interesting...Oh! Let me clean the wound." He says.

"Alright."

He puts some disinfectant on your neck.

It stung. You bit your lip and grimaced, your eye brows furrowing.

"You don't do well with pain?" Cain asks.

"I don't get hurt often..." You become tense ad he adds more disinfectant. "I... I guess I never built up a tolerance."

Cain smiles at you, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"So cute." He breathes. "I'm sorry about biting you."

"No, you're not."

After cleaning your wound, Cain turns off the faucet in the bathtub. The water had a thin layer of bubbles in the top and the water was cloudy with a nice smelling soap. Cain removes his shirt, revealing his well-built pale body. He had a few scars here and there, but the were small and were almost the same color as his skin. They did nothing to his beauty. Cain will always be beautiful to you.

"Lift your arms." Cain says.

You raise your arms above you head. Suddenly, the shirt that was hiding you body was removed. Cain was blushing scarlet, while you kept your usual stoic expression. There wasn't really anything wrong with being bare in front of someone. Your mother had told you when you hit puberty, that it was okay to show yourself to someone if you trusted them and they truest you. She told you that both sides had to be okay with it. She also told you about the love part...

Cain loved you so it should be fine.

You cross your arms above your chest, trying to cover up. Your mother had also told you about being a bit reserved. She was crying when she told you that part. "No one loves a girl that's too easy!" She sobbed one night. "It's good to be a little ashamed... don't end up like me!"

You didn't really understand what she was talking about that day.

"What are you doing?" You asks.

"I thought... that maybe you and I could.... um... bathe together." Cain whispers. "I mean... the first day I brought you here, I bathed you... and I... well... you can say no if you want..."

"Okay?" You nod. "I need a bath anyway."

"Just forget about it— what?" Cain somehow blushes an even darker red.

You felt the urge to smile, but decided against it.

You were glad that he was back to normal again.