Chapter 163: Finally
Rory
Alex was breathing hard, eyes trained on me as I got closer and closer to him. He had lost most of the color of his skin, and he appeared to have grown thinner than I remembered. This made me feel slightly amused, because this means if I hadn’t somehow survived, he might have also ended up dying after going through all that stress to get his hands on me. I stopped a few inches away, staring at him warily while silently asking myself if I was doing the right thing right now. Now that he was weak, it’s my only chance to run away from here since he looks too weak to actually chase after me. But he might have guards outside. He definitely does, so I wasn’t sure if that was still a part of the options.
But I have no reason being this close to him, to somehow who has tried to ruin my life countless times. To somehow who shot my boyfriend. To someone who killed my sister who was as bad as him, and he only did it for his selfish gain. I knew I didn’t have to do this at all. I was only this close to him right now because I wanted to kill him. He looked weak enough, like he might die soon because of lack of more of my blood inside of him. However, I didn’t want him to get that kind of death. I want it to come from me and I need it to actually hurt him, and I need him to be aware that I was taking his life for what he did to Jason.
However I know Alex was strong and smart so even though he might appear weak right now, it still wouldn’t be an easy task to kill hin.
I kept stating at him, watdvuhf as he coughed out blood again before making grabby hands at me. He was clearly very desperate and I almost laughed right now because seeing him in pain was so entertaining.
"How’s this even gonna work anyway?" I asked while eying him closely, trying to stylishly figure out a spot to stab him in. He coughed weakly and made grabby hands at me once more before speaking, voice shaky and strained.
"I’ll- I’ll just bite you and drink..." he began and I scoffed in amusement.
"Hell no. Even my boy friends are yet to bite me." I tell him and he grimaced, choking on blood this time before speaking.
"Please. It would only be a minute." He pleaded: this was the first time I’ve ever heard him beg. Even back when I thought we were happily dating, he never had to beg for anything because he was the crowned prince and they always get whatever they want, whenever they want it.