He looked down on her, “What should I buy for you? That same crap that you ate a few days ago?”
“Oh, I don’t care baby, anything. I’m just grateful for having you here to take care of me.” The words were barbed and pained her as she spoke them. She had seen the aftermath of confrontations like this in India, it had never gone well. Men like Alexander expected women to be one way, and the women who were with them always acted that one way. They never wanted to leave or help themselves out of that situation.
Alexander was a means to an end. She would play up the adoring broken housewife for a while longer. He would still serve a purpose for her plans. The best part was the seeds have been sown and her plans were becoming his plans. He had reacted to her exactly as she had expected.
“Alright, I’ll be gone for a little while.” He stood up, “I expect this place to be clean, you in something sexy, and ready to serve me before you serve yourself. Got it?”
“Oh, of course baby, whatever you want. I want to be good to you,” Ansuya resisted the urge to laugh or smile at him, keeping her eyes steady and her features completely in line with what she was saying.
Alexander nodded and without another word he left the condo, relocking the number pad and deadbolt as he left.
Ansuya breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She had pressed him too hard. Her control over him was deepening but she should have known better than to push his masculinity so far. Kenneth was a sore spot for him. It was more than just the fear of another vampire who might be equals with him. She got the feeling that for Alexander, Kenneth represented something deeper and much more painful. Had they had run ins in the past, she wondered? She couldn’t think of another reason that would have caused that kind of reaction from him.
She had had him in the palm of her hands, then she mentioned his fear and he just snapped. There was defiantly something there, another tool to use against him perhaps. She would have to move around the subject delicately, ‘use the scalpel and brush, instead of the shovel’ as the old saying went.
Unfortunately, because of her zeal she had taken a step backwards. Now she would have to play the role of demure housewife. She would play the part but only so far. She could feel her body and strength. She may be just strong enough to shift forms. If it came down to that Alexander would be dead before he touched her in any way that she didn’t want. He did have a very solid backhand though; she had to give him that.
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She went into the kitchen and grabbed a small bag and filled it with ice. She sat at the table looking at the wall, pressing the bag against her cheek and jaw. She had to get Alexander to find out where Kenneth lived. Once she knew that she could get inside and deal with that parasite herself. So what if Alexander took the credit. She would find out how Kenneth knew what he did. If she couldn’t get it from him, he would die and eventually Alexander would be more than willing to help her. She just needed more time.
She stood up and laced the apartment with more of her pheromones and biochemicals. She was getting stronger. She went through her exercises and dance forms. She still had very little endurance and was clumsy after a few minutes. She then dropped herself down to do some pushups and sit ups. Her body was covered in sweat and she took a hasty shower. She wanted to be ready and waiting for Alexander when he got home.
The vampire was carrying several bags of food, some were groceries and some were take-out. He unceremoniously dumped them on the table and walked away. Ansuya knew the game he was playing and she would play her part. She immediately prepared his blood to a perfect temperature and gave it to him in the sitting room.
Once he had his meal, she began to clean up the kitchen. There was a lot more food than she expected. There was chicken and some pork and of course beef. She twisted her face at the beef but if it was what she had to eat, then she would eat it. Shiva would not condemn her for eating meat from the sacred animal if it was what she had to do to survive. She needed protein to regain her strength, strength enough to fight. The Gods would understand. She cleaned up the kitchen after she had put away all of her groceries.
She looked over at the sitting room and Alexander had that far away, contented look on his face. He was enjoying the feelings that her pheromones were eliciting in him. She smiled to herself; everything was happening as she had planned for them to happen.
She opened the warm bags of food and found a few dishes that she recognized, Roti, Chana Masala, and some curried chicken. In another bag she found some weird looking Goulash or Stroganoff, she wasn’t quite sure. She tasted it and was certain that it was beef, whatever it was. She ate slowly and deliberately, mostly the Roti and curried chicken, just as she had done for the past two days. Her stomach was getting used to food again and eating was becoming easier but this was something that she was still very careful with. She was limited with how fast her body could recover from the year long ordeal. So, she ate slowly, and carefully, taking her time, almost for a full thirty minutes.
When she was satisfied and sure that she hadn’t overeaten, she pushed herself away from the table and began to clean up. The whole time she was pushing her scents out toward the vampire who hadn’t said a word since he had gotten back. She carefully wrapped all of her leftovers and put them in the refrigerator. She nodded as she left the clean kitchen and headed into the sitting room.