Alright, I'm super satisfied with this one, just had to throw that out there. It's finished, but it won't be entirely uploaded until later this week. I don't upload things that aren't finished (anymore lol). I'd have it all uploaded tonight if I could, but I have too much to do and my internet is really slow and keeps kicking me offline at random times :( ... so sorry about that, but please enjoy what I have so far. Also, this is my 14th upload :D So that has to be a good thing. 14 is a good number to me :)
"Amy!" Raphael makes his entrance known as he addresses the teen. "I'm home darling, and I have something." He looks down at the noticeably shorter redhead, embracing her as he always does when returning to her.
"What is it?" she inquires, her glowing red eyes meeting those of the much older man standing before her. Her expression becomes blank when he retrieves the sheathed syringe from his purple sleeve, presenting it to his young companion.
"Drugs? What are you doing with that?" Amy angrily assumes, snatching the syringe from Raphael's battle-scarred hand, not knowing what to do with the strange object.
"It's a cure," Raphael announces, followed by a confusing silence. "I want you to have it. If only one of us can have a normal, healthy life, I want it to be you."
She stares at the syringe for a moment before responding to the golden-haired man. "No."
"Amy, I've been trying to find this cure for nearly a year. The least you could do is take it."
"I can't do that unless you take it too," the hesitant girl states.
"I will, sweetheart," he responds. "I'll find more of this, but please just take this one for now," he begs.
She takes her eyes away from the syringe to look up at her protector. "Okay," she gives in finally, "Where does it go?"
Of course she could never tell Raphael her true intentions. If there were any chance that there was no more of this cure, she wanted Raphael to be taken care of. Even if it meant giving up her own blood on a regular basis. She had already lost her parents, so she couldn't easily lose the only living person to ever show her kindness and love.
He takes the syringe from Amy. "You aren't going to want to see this."
Without question, her red eyes shut tightly, and her heart rate increases when Raphael quickly pulls down her off-the-shoulder dress, only hairs away from exposing her bare breasts. He pulls on the laces of her favorite dress until it falls to her feet. The excitement eases the pain of the syringe piercing her skin and slowly entering her heart, but not for long. It hurts, and she lets out a soft cry, although the sound doesn't come close to reflecting the pain she feels.
"It's alright now, Amy. The worst part is over," he whispers softly as he carefully removes the syringe from her chest. The blood tickles down her chest, and she refuses to open her eyes.
"You can open your eyes now," he tells her, compressing her chest with a light rag, having a secret desire to use the rag as a snack after the bleeding stops.
She reveals her newly regained green eyes to the older man, whose hand is still wrapped in a bloody cloth pressed firmly against her chest. She stumbles to the left, nearly fainting. If it weren't for Raphael's support, she might end up on the floor. Raphael pivots to the bleeding girl's back, holding her tightly against him by the chest and waist. He slides against the nearest wall, his back facing the solid cold, and gently guides her down with him. Her back faces his stomach and she struggles to breathe, choking on tears of pain.
"Breathe deep," he instructs the obedient young lady, calming her by lightly stroking her hair. "I'm sorry love, I know it hurts," he whispers into her ear. Her tears fall to the already dampened cloth surrounding the vampire's hand, so he doesn't feel it in the least bit. She gasps for air, encouraged to continue breathing deeply. He continues to calm her down, rocking her from left to right and back until the pain subsides and the bleeding stops.