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Blood Price, Chapter 2 |
| Written by Jessica | |
| Saturday, 21 June 2008 | |
I had been on his neck for a short while before I felt his hand gripping my shoulder so that they dug into the flesh and blood stained my shirt. I could hear Loretta's soft footsteps behind me, a shrill voice sounded in my ear, "What do you think your doing Vikki, I can't believe you would," she paused as she took in a long breath, "expose us like this," she hissed the last, making sure to get plenty of her cool breath in my ear. It was then that I allowed the weak human to wriggle free from my clawed fingers; Loretta was right; this was insane, it was not worth the risk of exposure. Or the risk of fate worse than death at the hands of the hands of our leaders, The Eight Lords Of The Night. "But what if he reports' us to the... what is the name of the human authorities..." she asked; I did not bother to remind her that it was not the humans with their stakes' we needed. Day break, I felt as though the night before had been as terrible as the night I was turned, one hundred and four years ago. Though I nearly lost the will to fight, I mustn't let my weakness show in front of my replacement family. I especially could not let Loretta, who I knew would take this minor defect as an excuse to make a move on my lover, Henry. I would not allow that, even if it meant destroying her, because that would mark me as weak, and I certainly am not. I was far older than she, or even my dear Henry, for I had been seventy-five years older than her and just over a mere ten years older than Henry; I think this enabled he and I to form a closer relationship to each other than to Loretta, Edmund or Evander. Sometimes I felt overly conscious that Loretta had made it her mission to have my lover for her own. When we arrived back at the three and half story mansion, that was convieniently located amongst the dense trees; the forest blocked out most of the sun light and so we were more inclined to get out of the house to hunt. My heart seemed to flutter ever so slightly at the sight of the only remaining element of our past life'; this house meant so much to all of us and I could not imagine living, however loosely, somewhere else.I still felt thirsty, but not for blood, for someone to love me as much as I loved this house. I knew that Henry adored me but I also knew that I would only ever be his mate and nothing else. Loretta loved him and that was just luck. I longed for love outside of my own species, for love from a werewolf named Simon. Simon was the second in comand in his pack, though I told him, on the rare occasion that I happened to have the chance to speak to him, that he should be Alfa and not his half-brother, Colin. The reason why it was Colin, not Simon, who was the leader of the pack was that he was by far the strongest. I knew that he could crush my skull into many pieces if he knew about a vampire and a werewolf were commited to a relationship together. I licked my lips as I thought of the trouble that we were both getting ourselves into and my heart sprang to life, drumming away as the danger our relationship resembled sunk in. I felt as though I were empty. Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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