I am the 輪廻 (Samsara)
Chapter 2: Unspoken
Vaughn stirred a bit in the bed and started to wake up. He looked around and realized he wasn't in his own room. He sat up and touched his stomach to check his rib wounds. There was no pain, but something didn't feel quite right. He sat up a bit more, and suddenly began to cough violently. He covered his mouth with his hand, only to find blood as it encased around his fingers.
"Damn…" He couldn't stop coughing and continue to hack up blood. Eventually, Chelsea heard his coughing from across the hallway and walked over. She wore a white masquerade mask that covered her entire face except for her eyes. It was only for her guests who woke up early in the mornings.
"Good morning, Vaughn…" She yawned and looked at the blood everywhere: on the sheets, the floor, and on Vaughn's shirt. "Vaughn, what's wrong?" She rushed to him, trying to clean up the blood along the way.
"I…cannot…control…it…" He tried to stop coughing, but more and more blood came out. She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and called Elliot.
"Elliot, get your damn ass over here! I need assistance right now! I don't care what fucking time it is, he may be dying! You have to help me!" She flipped the phone closed and held onto Vaughn. "Try and control it, okay? Just don't become unconscious!" She held onto him, not realizing he grabbed her right arm. She only noticed it when she felt sharp pain through her arm. "Ow! Vaughn, what the hell are you doing?" She tried to pull her arm away, but he wouldn't let go. The more she tried to pull away from Vaughn, the more pain she felt. She began to feel weak, and she began to fight back. She pounded on his chest as hard as she could. "Let…me…go!" She shoved him away, on to result in a huge scratch along her arm has Vaughn looked at her, dumbfounded. She began to feel her conscious slipping in and out, but fought to keep herself awake. Vaughn stepped towards her but she backed away from him. "Get…away…from…me." She growled lowly and continued to growl until Elliot stepped into the room. "Elliot…" She smiled, and then went unconscious. Elliot ran to Chelsea and immediately began taking care of her arm wound.
"What did you do to her?" Elliot glared at Vaughn who stood up. "What the hell happened?"
"Well, I woke up hacking up blood this morning, and she came to see if I was okay. Seeing her arm right in front of me, I just…bit down. I replenished myself." He began to walk towards Elliot. "Is a vampire not allowed to obtain blood, especially when his savior so kindly offered?" He grinned and shoved Elliot out of the way, looking at the unconscious girl in front of him. He began to pull the mask off, but Elliot tugged him away. Vaughn looked straight at him and kicked him away. Looking back at Chelsea, he lifted her mask up to see what was underneath. Even with no makeup on, she looked stunning. Her face was light, but not pale. She had auburn hair that mostly swayed to her right side of her face, but a few strands lay on her left side. She looked no older than 30, with few wrinkles on her face. She had a soft smile on her face and Vaughn picked her up and placed her on the bed. He put her mask back on and left the room, leaving Elliot bewildered. Elliot grabbed Chelsea and took her to the hospital, taking off her mask and calling detective Mark.
"Hello, this is Detective Alsberg." Mark formally answered.
"Hello Mark. This is Elliot."
"Oh, hey Elliot. What's up?"
"It's about Chelsea…" There was a huge sigh heard over the phone.
"What happened this time?"
"She got cut. She called me to her place, and I found her with a huge, straight cut from her wrist to her lower shoulder. It's deep, almost to the bone actually. She's just lucky it didn't damage any of her nervous system or her motor systems."
"WHAT? That's more serious than her normal antics! What happened?"
"I don't know, but I think it had something to do with her guest…you remember, the one with the calling card from the Samsara?"
"What is she thinking? She can be such an idiot sometimes." Mark sighed with a heavy tone bearing his voice down. "Will she be able to come to work?"
"It's possible. We'll stitch it up for now, but as long as she doesn't do extraneous activities, she will be okay."
"Alright. Did you manage to catch the guy?"
"No, sorry. He got away once I started driving Chelsea to the hospital."
"Damn it! Listen, if you see him again, make no hesitation to call me. I'm going to need him as a witness as soon as possible."
"Understood. Good day, detective." Elliot hung up and examined Chelsea. "Nurse, please hand me the sewing equipment so I can patch up this patient."
"Yes, Doctor." She fetched the sewing kit and Elliot put gloves on. Very carefully, he began to sew up the two ends together. Chelsea's fingers twitched every so often, but she did not show any feelings of discomfort. He tied a knot at the wrist, where he finished his sewing. Taking off the light blooded gloves and throwing them in the trash, he wrapped bandages around the arm. Approved of the sewing and coverage, Elliot left the room to deal with other patients. Chelsea lay quietly in a hospital bed, her breathing even. She didn't notice the two men who walked into her room.
"So, this is the Samsara?" Vaughn simply nodded to answer Will's question. "Well, it seems like she is suffering from a bad injury. Was that your doing?"
"Not really. You know about the mating virus that is within me, so…I bit her to make the symptoms disappear and she began to repel me. She pushed me away while I was still drinking her blood, so one of my fangs got caught and made that cut." Vaughn took a step closer and looked at her scrunched up face. She was beginning to sweat profusely and turned her body over but winced in the pain with the arm. She started to wake up, unconsciously over hearing the conversation.
"Well, I don't think you can choose her to be together with. Even though she in not scared and she's different from normal people, that doesn't mean she is the best candidate."
"But Will…I think we could work together. I'll talk to her about it. She might jump at the chance of saving more people, since it seems like her basis for actions."
"Yes…talk to her. If she happens to accept, bring her to the base and I'll start the transformation as well as introductions." Will turned and walked away from the hospital room. Chelsea opened her eyes slowly and looked over at Vaughn.
"Hello, Samsara. Did you have a nice nap?"
"Yeah…" Chelsea sat up, her arm jolting her with a new wave of pain. Her tolerance was higher, however, so she felt minimum pain. "Who were you with?"
"Ah, that was my boss. He wanted to see you."
"So, you took advantage of my condition…just to show me off like a lab experiment. That's great." She sneered. "Just like how you took advantage of the offer I gave you yesterday."
"Well, you so kindly offered. I felt obligated for more." Both of them grinned and Chelsea grabbed his shirt.
"Don't call me the Samsara while I'm here. It will make people suspicious." She sighed and looked away to glance at the outdoors.
"Then what do I call you?"
"…Chelsea. That's my name." She looked down. "I haven't said that name…in a long time…"
"Why not?" Vaughn was able to see her emotionless expression through the mask she set up.
"I haven't told anyone my name since I became the Samsara."