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Oh.  Had they…she tried to remember.  No…the night was fuzzy…just snippets of images…had he bitten her again…oh, god…yeah, he had…
    And he had fed her his blood again.  And she had attacked him .  Ugh!!  Her mouth felt horrible and she had to pee.  Carefully, she rolled off the bed, desperate not to disturb him.  He didn’t move.  Thank god.  She entered the bathroom, gently shut the door and snapped on the light, which flickered twice and then stayed lit.  It was harsh and she jumped when she first saw her image.  She was naked from the waist up, her hair was wild, and her lips swollen.  There was something…   She reached up and wiped at it, near her lip.  Blood.  That didn’t surprise her, but it made her spit into the sink.  It didn’t help.  She moved her hand over her lips, and then down, scoring along her neck, which had two obvious punctures and then down to her breasts.  She remembered his touch…remembered how good it felt.
    She should feel violated.  She didn’t.  She felt…desired.  He’d been gentle, passionate, if not loving.  She’d never had that, never let herself go enough to feel that.  He turned her on, no question.  That she turned him on, it was apparent too.  And that shocked her.  And made her smile unexpectedly.  Her eyes caught the reflection of the woman in the mirror.  Park was stunned.  She thought she looked pretty…for the first time.  And happy.  She had never ascribed either of those things to herself in all her life.  Yeah, she realized she was broken.  But she always thought she deserved to be.  Her mother would have called her a slut.  She pulled her hair up and twisted it tight, held it there with her hands.  Ah, there was the cold fish, the frigid bitch.  She smiled again and let it fall.
    She couldn’t stay, but she wouldn’t turn him in.  He was crazy, certifiably, but there was something about him that she really liked.  Something that let her know there was a depth of character there…she believed he was a good person.  It would have been amazing to stick around and find out what else they might find together, to actually make love to him and see if she was as okay as she suspected now she might be.  But it wasn’t going to happen.  She had her life and it couldn’t include kidnapper crazy vampire guy. 
    She pulled her panties down and peed.  Hopefully she could slip out and be gone before he had any idea she was.  Putting herself together in the mirror, she left the toilet unflushed, left the door slightly ajar to use the light to find her keys, and went over to take a last look at him.  Her body responded immediately in a way it never had with anyone else.  Just seeing him tightened something deep and low in her, that place she never let herself think about warmed and spasmed.  He slept so well, his face at rest even more compellingly handsome.  Something else inside her told her she would miss him when she was gone.  She’d known him only one night and he had abducted and threatened her.  It proved what she’d thought all along…she was as nuts as she’d accused him of being.   Silently, she slipped out the door.  The sun was nearly gone and she realized she’d slept the day away.  He was still asleep as she started her car and drove away.
     
     
     
     
    He woke, startled.  Something was wrong.  What?  Ah.  His blood-bond was gone.  He knew instantly because they were truly bonded now…he would always know if she was near.  Or not.  It was a testament to how tired he’d been that he had not awakened when she had.  What pissed him off was that she should have been spelled to sleep until he woke her.  This was tiresome, and more than that, dangerous.  Now he would have to go get her.  What she did not know was that for the rest of her life he would always know where she was.  There would be no escape.  And Shanks could find her, too, through that bond.
    Because Shanks was