Chapter 60 The Doctor that could not be trusted (2/2)

It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, but he also knew that if this was a diet he got used to...it would get increasingly harder for him to turn back. Just like a merchant who had earned a fortune and given himself the life style to go along with it, he would find it very difficult to survive once he went bankrupt.

”What do you say, Rassa?” asked the Doctor, ”Do we have a deal?”

Rassa looked from the doctor to the girl, who was so terrified she was shaking. He closed his eyes and released a deep breath.

Whatever. It was food.

Rassa sat up and walked over to the girl with purpose. She backed towards the wall of the cage, her eyes wide with fear. Rassa stopped about a metre from her, then held out his hand.

The girl looked at it, then looked back up at him.

The Doctor and the Guards said nothing as they observed the exchange. Then Rassa lifted his other hand and tapped the mask with a fingertip. When the girl shook her head, Rassa held up both his hands and backed away, then he turned to the Doctor. His look was clear.

'I cannot feed if they will not cooperate.'

The Doctor looked less than impressed.

”Unlock the mask or I leave you in there to rot,” the Doctor threatened the girl.

Rassa could see it as her eyes welled with tears, and he glared at the Doctor. Not exactly what he had in mind to convince her, but Rassa should have known better really.

The girl shakily held out her fist with the key in it, then threw it at Rassa. It was a clumsy throw, one that was no doubt meant to miss, but Rassa caught it easily even in the low light.

He reached behind his head and unlocked the mask letting it drop to the floor with a clang.

The girl turned away, shaking.

Rassa sighed, then stepped forward towards her, lowering himself to her level.

”You won't die. Not if you remain still and cooperate,” Rassa said softly, ”I can even make it so that you won't feel any pain if you want me to”.

The woman looked to Rassa hesitantly, ”What...what are you?”

”Not human, if that's what you're asking,” Rassa replied, he held out a hand to her. She looked at it for a long moment, then reached out and took it slowly, ”What's your name?”

”Lyssa”.

”Close your eyes, Lyssa,” Rassa ordered. He waited until she complied before he leaned forward, letting his fangs extend and sink into her wrist.

She flinched, but as Rassa worked to lesson her pain with every draw, her expression relaxed until she was smiling. After a moment, Rassa withdrew his fangs and licked over her wound. He turned and looked at the Anthrite Mask behind him as he dropped her wrist. He actually felt full for the first time in months. As soon as that mask went back on, the feeling would disappear.

”If you want her out of your cell, I suggest you put it back on,” the Doctor stated.

Rassa turned to look back at the Doctor.

”I am not a plaything nor a tool,” Rassa stated. He used his speed to appear before the Doctor in an instant, just short of the bars. The Guards all recoiled in shock, but the Doctor stood with a grin on his face, ”I may be stuck in this cell, but I am no circus monkey. The first opportunity you give me, I will be leaving. And even before you've truly done anything to me, I know. That's the same day you'll die”.

The Doctor only laughed.