"How frightening," Matt muttered, glaring right back into her gaze.
She sat down and decided to play her own game. "I hear your heartbeat. I hear the blood racing through your veins. It's.... Intoxicating." She licked her lips.
"You said I'd taste bitter," he countered calmly. "And you have very good hearing."
"I lied." Rori sighed, giving up. Joel was better at threatening. She inched backwards and leaned against her bed.
Matt scoffed slightly. "I give you credit for trying." He turned towards the door, to leave.
Rori looked to the not-window, defeated. She didn't watch him if he left, she didn't care.
He glanced back over his shoulder and saw her looking out the barred window. He sighed before leaving, the door closing with a small noise
Rori jumped up as soon as he left and went to her closet, hoping that when he came back he'd have to search a bit before the next torture.
It was dark by the time he left, which meant time for the human to sleep. He wasn't really sure what the two of them did all night, but he knew he needed to rest. So that's what he did, went off and rested.
Joel kicked the wall boredly, barely even trying anymore. He was exhausted, and he wanted out. he needed to find Rori. He needed to form a plan.
Rori couldn't sleep. She hadn't slept in what seemed like forever... HE had changed her sleeping patterns. Though she was exhausted, her nature simply wouldn't allow her rest. Her fangs ached, remembering how close she'd came to tasting fresh human blood. Why did she not kill Matt? It was astounding that was so weak and yet had not bit him when she had the chance.... She rested her head on the closet floor and pretended she was dreaming about Joel.
Matt awoke early in the morning and went in to check on his two prisoners. Joel was upsidedown, but today was his turn not to get food. He tied Joel upside down, and then left him there.
Rori had finally fallen asleep on the closet floor, her head resting on a folded blanket. She didn't dream, but nonetheless whe was deeply asleep come morning.
Matt left Joel helplessly upsidedown with the command to escape before leaving to go to Rori's room. When she wasn't in his direct sight when he entered the room, he was momentarily in a panic. He frantically searched the room and then eventually found her curled up on the floor of the closet. He let out a long sigh and relaxed. She hadn't escaped.
Rori stirred in her sleep but was otherwise so exhausted that she didn't notice Matt had entered the room.
Matt looked down at her, just kind of examining. He had brought a bag of fresher blood for her, but he left it on her bed. He didn't bother waking her, and simply sat on the ground, waiting for her to arise.
Rori's sixth sense eventually made her awake. Vampires were too instinctual to not be aware of another person in the same room. She opened her eyes slowly, only to meet Matt's gaze where he sat a few feet away. A crease appeared between her eyebrows... For a moment she was confused. What was real and what was still a dream?
"Morning, sunshine," Matt smirked at her confused glare. "I brought you some breakfast."
Rori sat up and yawned. "Blood?" She said, but she was becoming more awake. And anyways, she could smell it. She hesitantly walked around Matt to the bed, careful not to get to close.
"No I brought you water," Matt sighed, his voice leaking with sarcasm. "I thought you'd enjoy the new taste."
"No need to be grumpy," Rori murmured, padding barefoot across the room. She tilted the blood bag up and swallowed it whole, not a single drop of blood spilling onto her chin like in the movies. She left the bag on the bed and sat on the edge gingerly, watching Matt to see what he wanted today.