Roxas watched as Jax left the room. Her words lingered with him for a while. They angered him more than he had been in a while. “I knew this team thing wasn't going to work.” He said lightly under his breath. His words were shaky and his fists clenched. Before leaving the room to find something to punch, he gave a look to Ophelia then left. He had no idea where the hell he was, just that he wanted to leave.
After walking around for a while, Roxas finally found a training room which seemed to be empty. “Good.” Was all that needed to be said. The place was already set up with a punching bag which made things easier. Roxas took out his mask then placed it on his face. He walked over to the punching bag then slowly ripped off the mask. It was painful but, felt great in this moment.
A loud scream escaped his mouth then he was engulfed in blue flames. The bag didn't even stand the first punch which was a let down right off the bat. Roxas looked around the room then saw Ophelia standing at the door. He was still covered in flames and didn't bother to put them out. “Hi.” A mix of his voice and the demonic voice rang through the room.
When Roxas didn’t come to the bedroom right after her, she decided to go find out where he had gone to. She roamed the hallways searching quietly. She wasn’t super worried that something might be wrong, but she also knew she needed to talk to him about the stuff that had happened before arriving here, and after they did.
Finally she heard Roxas scream and she appeared outside the room in a moment’s time. She stood in the doorway, and Roxas greeted her. Though the voice wasn’t fully his own. He was also completely engulfed in blue flame, and he wore the mask that she recognized only too well by now. It was burned into her memory from the night she first met him.
“What are you doing?” Ophelia said. Her voice was neutral, only wavering to worried at the end. Her blue eyes watched him and her stomach felt tight. She breathed in slowly, barely recognizing Roxas’ scent. His aura was strange and she felt uneasy.
Roxas could see that Ophelia was uneasy so he slowly reached up and took off the mask. The flames disappeared quickly and all was normal again. “I was blowing off steam.” He said in a low voice. “I figured you'd be asleep by now.” His words a little harsh but, more hurt. He was still angry but, he didn't want to take it out on Ophelia. Though he was mad that she held the sleeping potion from him. What happened to telling one another everything?
Ophelia watched as Roxas shifted back to normal. He answered her question directly and honestly, for the most part. But it was the second comment that stung. She immediately wanted to get angry. How would he even know what it’s like to never be able to sleep next to the person you loved and cared about? It was such a mundane thing, but to her it was everything, almost.
“Is there something wrong with wishing for that?” She asked him, her voice small, though not timid.
Roxas just looked at Ophelia as she spoke. “I'm not angry that you want to sleep, Ophelia. I'm angry that you didn't tell me. I've been open with you with everything and you couldn't tell me this. I wouldn't be so mad if you did.” His voice calm but, his fists were clenched again. His nails dig into the palm and they started to bleed. Not badly but, enough to notice. It hurt. Not enough to care.
“I didn’t tell you because of two reasons. The first being I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t have let me go gather the items to make the potion. And the second being, that sleeping is something your kind is so used to, you don’t even think twice about it. But to me, Roxas? It’s almost unheard of. Maybe if you weren’t so selfish and weren’t thinking about other women and bullshit, you’d realize that.”
At this point Ophelia could smell his blood and she watched as it slowly moved from his palm and fingertips, downward and onto the floor. The sound of it falling and splashing wouldn’t of been heard by any human. But her eyes narrowed in on it and she was angry again, even more so than before. Her eyes shifted from blue to black almost within seconds, and she realized she was instantly thirsty. And that mixed with anger was fatal.
“You want to hit me? Go ahead.”
At Ophelia's last comment, Roxas lost it. The knives he had hid in his sleeves slipped out and he hurled them at the glass walls behind him. The glass shattered instantly and the knives crashed to the ground. “You think I would stoop so low as to hit you?!” He yelled then turned around. “You seem angry enough! How about you just rip my throat out? Finish what you started day one!” At this point Roxas was seeing red. He tried to calm himself down by breathing slowly.
Once calm Roxas closed his eyes for a second then opened them back up. “I would have gone to help you.” He said. More calm now than before. “I know you can't fall asleep and I've always felt bad about it. I even tried to stay up with you a few times. You also know I don't think about other women. I only think about you and I've only ever wanted you since the day we've met. You know this.” He wanted to walk towards her but, couldn't move.
Ophelia let herself feel the anger coursing through her. She hadn’t truly felt this way in a long time, and it was very, very strange. She breathed in slow and deep through her nose. The mixture of Morthos’ home, and Roxas’ blood surrounded her. Then she finally spoke again, after what seemed like a long time. Except this time her words came from right in front of Roxas.
Her face was millimetres away from his. And her breath which was cool and sweet, moved against his lips. Her fingers were around his throat and her long nails pressed to the skin at the back of his neck.
“Maybe I should have just killed you then, if that’s how you truly feel.”
“Then do it.” Roxas looked right into Ophelia's eyes. He wasn't afraid of her. There wasn't many things he was afraid of. The moment seemed to last forever before anything happened. He continued to look at her and waited.
Ophelia’s grip tightened for just a second, and then she let go of his throat, only to reach and grab his wrist. She brought his arm up and spread his fist out into an open palm. The movement was easy beneath her strength, and she brought her lips to his hand. The slice from his nails was fairly small, but either way she was able to drink from him.
As she calmed down, she let his hand drop to his side again. She looked at him, though didn’t say much of anything at this point. Her voice felt weird, almost sore even though she hadn’t been shouting. She took a step away from Roxas then.
Roxas let Ophelia drink from his hand, at this point he was used to it. It was almost a warm feeling having her drink from him. When she was done, his hand fell back to his side and Ophelia took a step back. “Feel better?” He closed the gap between them then pulled her into a hug. “I'm sorry.” He said gently. He wasn't sure how she was feeling right now but, he was tired of being mad and just wanted things to get better.
Over the last few weeks, the time between Ophelia’s feedings were growing shorter. She figured it was due to all the missions and schooling that she was doing. It felt like she hadn’t fed in weeks rather than just a few days. Her anger was mostly gone now, and her throat was beginning to slowly feel better, and Roxas pulled her into a hug.
“Please don’t be upset with me for something so harmless… You wouldn't of understood.” She said, her voice gentle and even.
“I'm not mad at you anymore. It was stupid of me to be mad at you. I was just upset that you didn't tell me. It doesn't matter now. Nothing's worth getting angry to the point of that argument.” Roxas held her tight then took her hand in his. “Also for the record. I'm with you because I want to be.” He smiled.
“Even so, maybe something about you scares me. I was worried. But next time I’ll try my best to tell you,” Ophelia spoke again. She felt sick to her stomach suddenly and her eyes moved to the ground.
“Ophelia, I wouldn’t tell you ‘No you can’t get what you need to sleep.’ I know how important it is to you.” Roxas noticed as Ophelia’s eyes hit the ground. She did seem a little off today. “Is something wrong? You’ve been looking really sick all ever since we got here.” He took her hand gently. He didn’t know if she was able to get sick or not, he never really asked.
The moment that Roxas mentioned that she looked really sick, she leaned forward and vomited on the floor next to him. She growled slightly when she was finished. She felt annoyed and exhausted and was tired of feeling sick and not knowing why. Her eyes stung with tears and she kept her gaze away from his, feeling embarrassed and annoyed.
Roxas took a step to the side as Ophelia vomited all over the ground. He quickly grabbed her hair and held it back for her. Once she was done, she wouldn’t look at him. Probably not wanting to after that. “I’m starting to get a little worried. We should get you to bed if you’re feeling sick.” He took his sleeve then wiped her mouth with it before picking her up and carrying her to their room. Once she was down on the bed, Roxas grabbed a cold wet towel and placed it against her forehead. He didn’t really know what to do past that. Neither one of them knew what was wrong. Instead he just tried to lighten the mood. “I’m guessing whoever goes into that room tomorrow is going to wonder what the hell happened.” He smiled and laughed a little, trying to make her feel a little better.
Ophelia nodded gently and let Roxas carry her to the guest room. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and then curled up in the bed. Roxas placed a cool, wet cloth on her forehead. Roxas joked gently with her and she barely heard what he was saying before she fell asleep. The first time in her Vampire life, without the sleeping potion.
Roxas noticed that Ophelia had fallen asleep and he smiled at her. He loved her and felt really bad about getting mad and yelling. He walked over and sat by her before changing and getting into the bed. Gently pulling the covers over them, Roxas kissed Ophelia then fell asleep. “I’m sorry.” He whispered one more time before passing out.
When Ophelia woke up the next morning, she knew she would need to speak to Jax. She sighed softly and looked over beside her for a moment to see Roxas still asleep next to her. She smiled a little and then leaned close to kiss him. She kissed his lips and then kissed his cheek and forehead before getting up out of the bed and heading across the hall to Jax’s room.