She was thirsty. So unbelievably desirous that her throat burned. It burned more than it did when she was close in contact with blood.
Human blood.
But this burn was so different. Unlike the blood being so close she could taste it, it was so far away. Both were so painful. One, so teasing. The other, so unbearable.
Her mind lingered on the topic. Blood. It was so sweet. Irresistible.
She needed it. She was so thirsty.
No! Stop!
The voice scolded her. Manifesting those thoughts only burned her throat further. She couldn't do that now, torture herself more than they already had. It was inevitable.
They won't stop.
The voice said to her. How well she knew that. It was over. Everything was over.
They would keep her here until she was completely famished. Her blood supply cut off. There would be nothing left of her. She would die. If that's what happens when you isolate a vampire.
You won't die. I would never let that happen to us. If you are finished then so am I. Never.
Of course. If you harm one, you harm the other. They were one. If she wanted the voice gone she had to be gone herself. To die.
Our kind cannot die. We are much too powerful.
She blocked out the voice.
Another streak of pain pulsed through her throat.
Were stuck here. She told the voice inside her. Both of us.