21. Hatred Is The Enemy of Progress

-Gabriel-

I’ve lived for close to six hundred years and I still don’t understand women.

One minute Katherine was begging me to fuck her, the next she was freaking out because my teasing went too far. Did I read too much into things and thought that she liked my teasing? Why the fuck does this bother me so much?

Growling, I lay back on the bed and sling an arm over my eyes, growing more exasperated by the second. She’s retreated into my walk-in closet and I can hear her sniffling, but I don’t dare walk in there to comfort her.

What would I say anyway? Vampires weren’t exactly made to comfort people, much less hunters, and I’m not about to fucking start now. But as much as I’m a stubborn fuck who hates to give in, a part of me hates to hear her crying and knowing that I’ve caused it.

So much for torturing her, I guess.

I get up from the bed and stalk over to the walk-in closet to find her slumped against the wall with her legs pulled up to her chest. When she sits like this, she looks