Dylon's POV:Purpose

I grip my chains as the feeling of his fangs linger and below my abdomen stirs. I bite my lip, drawing blood as it goes away. 

I close my eyes and the cold soon becomes warm as I concentrate. As I try to warm myself I hear the door open. I stop and let the cold send shivers through me.

I hear faint footsteps before I see Maxwell, he comes over and sets me down before picking me up. I tense but let him.

"I'm sorry," he says as he starts walking to the stairs. I frown and just rest my cheek on his shoulder.

"I'll set you a bath and food," he says as we go up the stairs and he kicks the door open. I hum and nod slightly before he heads down the hall and I close my eyes.

I feel him open another door then him set me down on the cold counter, making me shiver and I open my eyes. I see his eyes soften as he starts the bath.

"Why did you lie?"

"I just wanted to know why you want me," I whisper as my tail curls around me and my ears twitch.

"Why I want you?" he questions.

"what is the point of livin' if you have to purpose? if no one wants you?" I ask, my voice cracking, "I had to sleep with people. Kill people even," I say, looking down at my hands.

I feel a hand on my head, "Because I was lonely. I didn't want to go bar hopping anymore or sleep with random people," he says, sighing.

I look up at him to see him smiling slightly.

"I have lived for a long time, I just want someone to love me just the same or at least.....have someone I know a little bit around the house rather than Amelia," he says, chuckling slightly.

I purse my lips as he turns and turns off the bath and puts a bath bomb in the water.

"So...."

"So I also wanted a purpose. It gets lonely in a house with only a cat," he says, scratching the back of my head. I stare at her then hum, looking down, "I see," 

He hums and turns to search the tub before he picks me up, my hands going to his shoulders. He chuckles and kisses my cheek, making my face warm as he sets me in the tub.

He chuckles again and shakes his head as the heat envelopes me.  

"It's not funny," I grumble and he pats my head, "I'm going to make some food,"

I look up at him, "you cook yet you make me?" I question. He raises an eyebrow and turns, heading to the door. Thanks for not answering.

"You're welcome," he says, heading out the room as he closes the door.