Re: Down in the Underground [Jesse Fforde]
Posted: 02 Apr 2017, 06:21
While Aine showered, Jesse got prepared. He did as he said he would and went to raid Clover’s closet and brought back for Aine a simple black dress – flowing, comfortable. Something she might be able to stay in for a week and be comfortable. But before the week was over he might go get some of her clothes, if she let him. She’d be more comfortable in her own clothes than someone else’s.
After the clothes were placed outside the bathroom door, Jesse went to the bedroom and turned down the sheets and made sure the fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace. Fire was his friend, and it took only a minute to get it burning.
By the time he was finished, when he returned to the main space, Aine was clean and dressed. He strode over to her and slipped an arm around her waist. Minute by minute she was losing her energy and the week of torture would begin – not just for Aine, but a little for Jesse, too. A week of waiting, and wondering if this would be the time that it failed, that he stopped being able to sire for good.
”Okay. Bed for you,” he said, helping the hobbling Aine across the warehouse floor and through to the cosy, warm bedroom that was oddly out of place. He left the door open. It wouldn’t do to make her feel like she was trapped. No. This was home, now. As soon as a person had Jesse’s blood running through their veins, they had his loyalty, too.
After the clothes were placed outside the bathroom door, Jesse went to the bedroom and turned down the sheets and made sure the fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace. Fire was his friend, and it took only a minute to get it burning.
By the time he was finished, when he returned to the main space, Aine was clean and dressed. He strode over to her and slipped an arm around her waist. Minute by minute she was losing her energy and the week of torture would begin – not just for Aine, but a little for Jesse, too. A week of waiting, and wondering if this would be the time that it failed, that he stopped being able to sire for good.
”Okay. Bed for you,” he said, helping the hobbling Aine across the warehouse floor and through to the cosy, warm bedroom that was oddly out of place. He left the door open. It wouldn’t do to make her feel like she was trapped. No. This was home, now. As soon as a person had Jesse’s blood running through their veins, they had his loyalty, too.