Pain.

It seemed to lessen somehow, if that was even possible.

Things were clearer now, sharper and magnified.

There was a burn in the back of her throat that was nearly unbearable, as the pain slowly disappeared, the burn intensified.

It took her a couple of moments to realise just why it burnt like that, it was being caused by thirst.

Her lungs filled with air, many scents meshing together, but she could separate them into individual groups.

Incense, Jasmine, Frangipani, Raspberry, Cinnamon, and something sweet, something that was making her mouth water.

She couldn't decipher it.

It smelt divine; she couldn't help but inhale more.

Her ears twitched slightly as the sounds of where she was got louder.

Footsteps?

She couldn't be sure.

Her eyes didn't feel so heavy anymore.

She tightened her fists into little balls, she was trying to get some feeling back into them; they had suddenly gone numb.

The sweet scent was stronger, Jez felt her stomach rumble.

Her hunger took over.

Her eyes flashed open as she snarled.

Leaping towards the scent, it was a teenage girl.

Jez sunk her teeth in and drank.

The girl screamed but Jez didn't hear it, she was too consumed by thirst.

She had sucked the girl dry.

Yet it still wasn't enough.

She had blood dripping down her lips, onto her chin.

The room she was in was unfamiliar and the door burst open.

There stood Morgead, his eyes latched onto the figure on the ground, unmoving and her skin appeared shrivelled.

He looked at Jez in shock, asking her silently, what on Earth had she done?

It wasn't enough though, Jez needed more.

So she did the only thing that was logical, she attacked the closest thing with blood running through its veins.

Morgead.

Claire kept quiet, she wanted her kidnapper to be under the impression that she was still asleep.

It must have been hours that she'd been here though.

She sighed to herself softly, maybe she could find a weapon so that she could prepare for when her attacker comes back.

If he comes back that is.

What could she possibly have of value to them?

That was what made Claire think.

Jez.

They were going to use Claire for leverage.

Maybe she was going to die.

She began praying that someone would find her.

Hannah sighed as she walked up the stairwell, she knew what was coming, they would have to kill their head nurse.

She had grown very ill, for an unknown reason, some believed it was age and others believed that she had been cursed from someone in the Night World.

Hannah didn't know what to think, because not only was she the head nurse, she was a powerful shape shifter, her ancestors were descended from dragons.

They'd be losing a powerful asset.

She couldn't believe Thierry's placidness to killing.

It was like nothing, no big drama, no big loss; he seemed okay with the fact that they had to kill their own.

It was a huge deal, this means that they would be weakened; Hannah could not understand Thierry's reasoning.

She had died on many occasions and it was not pleasant.

"Hannah?" a deep voice asked

"Leave me." She said as she walked down the hallway

"Hannah, don't be like this."

She sighed and stopped walking; she turned around facing her soul mate.

"Thierry, don't." She said strongly, she couldn't believe he was taking a matter such as this so lightly.

It amazed her, she wanted to slap him, and he was making her go slightly insane.

"We have a problem." He stated

"Gee, you think?" she wanted to say, she wanted her tone to drip with poisoned sarcasm.

Instead she stayed silent.

He would have heard her thoughts anyway.

"Our head nurse has just been murdered." He said sadly as worry etched across his beautiful features.

"What!" Hannah said loudly, she was so surprised; her facial expression gave her thoughts away

Her eyes may as well have popped out of her head.

I have been meaning to update...

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