Craving

Isabelle's point of view

We reached the mansion and as soon as I entered I went straight to the kitchen to take a glass of water. My breath was still hitch from running too much.

Dimitri walked in after me, leaning lazily on the wall. He just stood there looking at me, I couldn't tell what he was feeling, he was very hard to read. But I could see a twinkle of worry in his eyes as he continued to stare.

"I need to clean your cut." He muttered whilst he took a first aid kit from one of the top kitchen cabinets. I totally forgot that while I was fighting those vampires, one of them clawed at my arm.

"Sit on the counter." Dimitri ordered, as he grabbed the first aid kit. I obeyed jumping on the counter. He placed it next to me as he stared at the cut on my arm.

"Who were those guys?" I asked innocently. I wanted to know if he was aware of what they were. Did he know that they were vampires? More than ever I was convinced that he knew more than he was letting on. There was something differ