Isabelle pulled another chair present in the house towards her and sat on it, she held his hand in her hands, she turned his hand to the side and saw the cut. The cut was not deep, just a little, warm blood escaped from the cut, the red warm blood was making the cut visible.
"Oh my, I can not fix it here"
She said looking at his cut. She lifted up her gaze and asked him.
"Can you wait?"
"No, I can't, I am bleeding"
Came his stubborn reply.
"Andrew...
Why are you acting like a child?"
She said sighing.
"What I am just being more protective about my skin, think if my hand caught infection then??"
He said pulling his last two words.
She looked at him as if she was thinking about something, shaking her head slightly, like she gave up against Andrew.
She said.
"Fine, I have to lick it"
Andrew blinked his eyes multiple times and his cheeks become pink due to heat and blood rushing in his veins and his expression was embarrassed
"Wait, what?!!!"
'she is going to lick with her tongue, oh fuck, my heart'
"Yes, or it won't heal"
She said tilting her head to the side.
"But your saliva will make it more infectious"
He said hiding his embarrassment and his awkwardness.
He himself did not knew why his feelings and behaviour was like this.
Clueless Isabelle said.
"Shut up, it won't"
"How you are so sure?"
He lifted up his one eyebrow and questioned her.
Who was looking down on his hand.
Clueless of his sudden change in behaviour.
"Cause, I have healing abilitie–"
She stopped before she would spell out her entire sentence.
"What?!!"
Andrew who heard half, questioned her in a daze surprise.
'was she joking like this?'
"Nothing, stupid"
She lifted up her eyes from his cut to his black eyes.
She paused her movements and said
"Are you thinking–
Ting~
She looked outside the window from where she was and spell out,
Ghouls"
Andrew turned his head towards where she was staring and said
"Am I thinking ghouls??"
Confused Andrew.
"Do you believe me?"
Came her sudden question.
"Huh?"
"I ask you, do you believe me?"
She repeated the question again, turning her head facing him.
"Hmm"
He said in a low tone.
"Say the answer, Yes or No"
She asked again, wanting to hear the answer loud and clear.
"YES!!"
By mistake, he yelled at her.
"Good,
Close your eyes"
She instructed him.
"Why? I need to close my eyes?"
Came his suspicious question.
"Do you trust me?"
She asked again, this time changing the word.
He did not replied as he was truly and totally confused now, he just gave a little nod to her.
"Fine, do as I say"
She remained him.
"But–"
"No questions, no buts just do as I say"
"Close your eyes and give yourself to me"
Somehow her pleasing voice, sounded demanding.
Andrew slowly closed his eyes, he was still suspicious on what she wanna do. Sometimes he would open his one eye to peek.
"Andrew?"
Isabelle saw him peeking.
"I will"
While keeping his both eyes shut he said.
"Good"
As Andrew was keeping his eyes closed, he did not saw the smile she holding.
Terrifying.
She smiled like a demon who finally got what she wished for ages.
She licked her lips.
Hearing the sound of chair being slided back, got him more curious on what she wanna do?
He felt her hand sliding down his knees and another hand on the back of his back.
'is she going to lift me up?'
Andrew questioned himself in his mind.
And suddenly, he felt, his body being lifted up.
He felt her soft bosom and her smooth skin.
He gulped on his thoughts.
Isabelle picked him up in her arms, surprising Andrew, a low, light moan escaped his lips.
She mumbled
"I got you"
As Andrew can not see anything, so for his own safety he gripped onto her neck and shoulders.
"Wanna fly with me?"
She asked him, in a evil tone.
"I don't know what you are doing, my lady, but whatever you are doing, please be careful"
"Yes, I will"
"Alright,
Let's fly"