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I think I just ran over a...vampire?(17)Forgiveness |
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The burning didn’t subside. It became stronger. Nate was trying to force his way into my mind. I couldn’t let him get in. I couldn’t be the one to hurt Cian again. I sat there with my eyes squeezed as tight as they could go, ignoring the stars I began to see under my eyelids. I felt tears fall down my cheeks, but I didn’t know what they were for. Pain? Terror? I didn’t matter.
I needed to keep Nate out of my mind.
The bite mark burned hotter and I can’t remember if I cried out in pain. I only remember the pain. And the faint recognition of a knocking noise. Then my head felt as if it were on fire. Images popped in and out of my head. I wasn’t processing any of them. Flash here, a flash there, a smile, a flash of fangs, then it was over.
I was breathing heavily, the bite marks stung a little, but the burning had stopped. Sweat covered my forehead and mixed with the tears on my cheeks.
“What the hell was that?” I whispered shakily to myself. My hands were bleeding from my nails being dug into them and my head throbbed. None of those images were mine. I hadn’t seen them, so...did that mean they were from Nate?
A pounding different from the one in my head was coming from behind me.
“Winry? Winry! Open up! I’m not gonna break down the door! Please! Winry!” Cian’s voice came from the other side of the door at my back. I pushed myself up and almost grabbed the handle. I pulled my hand away as if I had been burned.
I couldn’t see him now. I wiped my face off on my sleeve and reached for the door handle again, letting it rest on it. I was still debating on whether I should turn it or not. He hadn’t hurt me and that growl hadn’t been aimed at me. Plus, having the feeling that my brain had been sliced apart, I needed to talk to someone.
Slowly I turned the knob and I heard Cian take a step back, probably to prepare himself. I peeked the small slit of a hallway, through the inch I had opened the door and peered at Cian. I could tell his breath had caught in his throat.
Man, I must look like sh*t...
I turned from the door and let it swing open. I felt that if I opened my mouth I would puke. Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea. I ran to the bathroom and flung the toilet seat up. After the pleasant feeling of my stomach being emptied, I turned to see a glass of water. I glanced up at Cian and muttered a “thank you” before swishing my mouth out and brushing my teeth, and my mouth.
I walked back into the bedroom and saw him sitting on the window seat that I had just noticed was there. He stared out of the glass, his forehead against it, his breath fogging up the shiny surface with each steadying breath. The door made that cursed “click” as it shut and broke the silence, making Cian look over at me. He stood up and started to walk to me, but he slowed and stopped about a foot from me. He stared at me, I stared at the floor. Then I took a deep breath and brought my gaze to his.
I saw the pain in his eyes, the fear, the shame, and I fell to my knees and cried. He wasn’t sure if he should come near me or not, but he did a “screw it” face and sat next to me on the floor. I didn’t flinch away, like I thought I would. I threw myself into his arms and cried.
Without asking questions, he wrapped his arms around me and rocked me softly, whispering in my ear. My sobs subsided to hiccups and I tried to explain what happened. The words wouldn’t come.
“Could you let me see?” he whispered. I nodded. There was no way I could explain this. The words just didn’t come to me. I felt the warm feeling in my mind again. It spread throughout my body and ebbed the growing headache away. The warmth slowly left and Cian held me tighter.
“I’m sorry you had to see me like that. They were fighting over a female lycan and I couldn’t believe that that was all they could think about after we had a draw with the vampires.” He spat the last word as if it dirtied his mouth. “But I will find Nate again and kill him. That is the only way to sever a connection with a vampire.”
I placed my hand over my mouth. How could he have done that to me? Did he expect to use me for as long as he could? Force me to do his bidding until I died? How could he?
Cian gave me a reassuring squeeze. “Trust me. He got off worse than I did. Next time, I’ll finish what I started” and he sealed that promise with a kiss.
“Ouch! YOU IDIOTS, LEAVE!” The servants left the room and left Nate to his wounds. “Stupid no good–” the door opened and an old woman entered.
“You shouldn’t treat them that way...”
“Oh, not now Reisa,” he took a sharp inhale of breath as his rib poked his lung, “That damned werewolf king...I’ll kill him for this, skin him, and use his hide as a rug.” Reisa sighed and walked over to the bed Nate was residing in. She glanced him over and walked over to a wall. Her small hand pushed a section of the wall in and the wall slid away to reveal many vials and jars of powders and liquids.
“I don’t need the ancient medicine!” he snapped. His hissed again as his leg throbbed.
“Ummmhmmm...”was Reisa’s response as she glided her hand over the vials, searching for a specific one. “You know that wounds inflicted by a lycan–”
“Werewolf!”
She sighed heavily as she grabbed a vial, “werewolf, heals slower than a regular wound. Don’t fight it. Don’t you want to surprise him while he is still wounded?”
Nate looked up at the old woman, her brown eyes glinted.
“I like the way you think Grandmother.”
Sorry if it was a little short! but I felt a little guilty by just leaving you hanging like that.
 VicinityObscenity · Fri Feb 22, 2008 @ 03:02am · 0 Comments |
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