Betrayed
Fuck! Fuck! Why did it have to be her? She´s a Healer! Antoinne – fuck! I feel alone, the one man I could trust, gone. And her, she made me feel different. But she killed him. Fuck! She made me feel different. She brought something inside me out. She made me different, but she killed him. She screams, and screams, and screams. Why her? Why did she have to kill him? She continues to scream.
"Eric!"I hear. She's screaming for me. She wants me. She wants me to help. NO! I promised I'd protect her; before I knew she'd killed Antoinne. I won't help. She continues to scream, in pain. She deserves the suffering, just like Antoinne suffered. No! What the fuck am I saying? I love this girl. She´s my Healer. What others would do to find their Healer; I´ve found mine, and now I am letting her die. No! She betrayed me. She continues to scream, and once again I hear my name. I feel her inside me; she has my heart. Her blood… it's mine. She's mine. She screams, and I can't… won't take it any longer. What the fuck was I thinking? I walk into the room, and the scent of her sweet blood screams for my help, just as she is. I stop, panic sweeping over me as I watch the others over a lifeless body. They´ve stripped her, and she´s almost unrecognizable. She's in pain. What the fuck have I done?
I scream. And scream. And scream. And scream. Four sets of fangs empty me. I can feel Isaac at my throat; I scream. The other three are just blurs. One is at my left wrist, another at the right side of my belly, above my hips and the last on the inside of my left thigh. They've stripped me, so that I am dressed in only my lingerie, and so that they have better access to my body.
I scream, and an angel's voice shouts over me. "That's enough. Stop."
I don't recognize the voice, but I thank it. Immediately, the four predators leave me, and a different, colder set of hands caress me, grabbing my back and lifting me. Soon I'm deposited on another soft surface, and the angel starts to kiss me all over, hovering specifically over my wounds, that ache at his touch. I can't open my eyes, I'm too weak, and slowly, as the angel begs me not to, I fall asleep, and into unconsciousness.
"Ronnie…please…don't!" I whisper, huddling by the warmth of her neck, trying to keep her awake. I fail.
She slips into unconsciousness, and I know now that I won't be able to save her. She's gone. I can feel her breathe, but her injuries are too deep. The only way of helping her survive was by feeding her my blood, but she's gone. She's gone. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I let them hurt her this way? Why?
I stare at her, realising that all I've ever cared about, is now in the verge of death.
"Please, hold on," I whisper at her again.
I cut into my own skin, knowing that unconscious as she is, won't accept it. I slip my hand over her mouth, parting her lips – my blood falls over her lips, but she doesn´t suck. Shit! Fuck!
I know now that if she is to survive, it will be down to her and luck. Please! I grab her once again, pulling her into my arms. I scan her over quickly; all the wounds have closed from my lips – the least I can do for her.
I think about my options. I need to get her away. Do I leave with her? Leave, forever? No, she won't be safe. I need to get her to safety. I need to be with her. I need to know she's safe. I need to care for her. I need to know she'll live.
I decide to take her to that human's house. I can look after her there, without the trouble of the others. I pick her up in my arms as I stand up, and sprint out of the room. I run past them, and don't even look at them. I can't blame them, but I despise them. It was my fault, but they're the savages.
I follow the human's scent once I'm outside the door. It's pitch black, but the moon is high up in the sky, lighting mine and Ronnie's way to safety. I catch his scent the minute I'm outside the door, and follow it. Soon, in less than a minute's time I'm coming to halt metres away from the house. The human, Kyle (I think that's what she called him) is outside looking up at the moon. He catches sight of us, and stands up defensively, though he has no weapons.
He looks down at me, until his eyes meet the lifeless body that is Ronnie.
"What have you done?" he whispers, his voice caught in his throat. I understand why he's mad – he has a right to be. He's better than me, he's better for her.
"Trust me, it's not what you think," I mutter. "Please, let me in. I need to be with her; the minute her heart speeds up," I explain, "if it does…" I mutter, "I need to be there, to feed her my blood so she can heal."
He doesn't even think about it. Immediately, he says, "You can come in."
I run up, depositing her in the first room I come across, and lay her gently on the soft bed. Her breathing hasn't increased, hasn't fastened. She's still dying. My hand has healed, and I bite into it again, trying to get her to drink some of the blood. She refuses. Shit!
Two humans, along with Kyle barge into the room, admiring widely the scene.
"Get your hands off my daughter," Ronnie's father screams at me. He lurches forward, into the room, but is quickly stopped by Kyle.
Kyle grabs his arm and stops him, nodding at him to let me finish. The man, who is tall and strongly built glares at him, but accepts it's for the best, so I am left to work. The three men empty the room, and I am left alone with Ronnie.
Hours and hours pass. Light erupts into the room as the sun into the sky, and I am forced to sleep. I close the blinds, and I climb onto the bed beside her. I place my hand around her waist, and pull her closer to me, happy that her breathing hasn't worsened. Of course, it hasn't improved either, but still I am grateful for being able to be with her for another day. I hug her, kiss her, caress her, and touch her. I love her. I close my eyes, and dream of her.
I wake up, to a slowly beating human heartbeat. Shit! Please, please, wake up. Please. I try feeding her my blood; for the third time. I bite desperately into my skin, and blood pulses quickly out, urgently needing a recipient. I move it down over her lips, this time pushing it further, forcing her mouth open. Her teeth clinch to it, pressing her lips around my wrist. Yes!
Slowly, but efficiently my blood flows down her as she swallows, drinking my cure into her illness. Yes! I know she'll heal now. Reassurance flows down me, and I sigh with relief. My baby, oh I love her so much! She's going to be okay. She really is. My Healer!
I watch her, caressing her face and brushing her hair out of her eyes. I start breathing faster, as life begins to bring colour back into her face. She really is going to be okay. I bend down, placing a soft kiss on her head. She flinches at my cold touch – a reaction! A reaction, a response; she can feel me. And at that same time, her hands find my arm, pressing my wound deeper into her mouth, drinking me in. Drink baby!
A few minutes later, and I think it's enough. She looks better, her pulse has increased, and I can hear her breath healthily and deeper. Everything's fine. I leave the bed, walking up to the door.
"Kyle," I shout, as I yank the door open. I hear the screech of a chair against the floor as he gets up, and he runs up the stairs, closely followed by Ronnie's dad, and the other man.
"How is she?" Kyle asks, walking into the room, where I have nestled by Ronnie again. She's my safe place, my haven.
"She's going to be okay," I smile; my smile screaming proud and relief. "I fed her my blood, and she's already a thousand times better."
"What did you do to her?" Ronnie's father asks me, startling me. He's armed – I can hear the gun rustling against the pocket of his worn-down jeans.
"The others with me did this," I mutter, ashamed.
"You said you'd protect her!" Kyle almost screams.
I hug Ronnie closer, knowing this is goodbye. She´s stretched out on me, her legs in between mine and her head on my chest, facing up.
I know I can escape from them, but I don't want to. Ronnie won't forgive me, not for the pain I've caused her and I won't live in a life where she won't want me. I´ve used up my only chance for her to trust me, and as much as I´d love to be with her, she won´t want me. She´s my Healer, and though most vampires would take advantage of their Healer´s, I can´t. No, I can´t because I´ve fallen in love with her. If I… go… she won´t ever have to come face to face with knowing she´s my Healer; that she´s linked to me, and then she´ll be able to go on with life… I just hope no-one finds out about her. I hope no-one sees that mark…
I look back up at the three, realising that I haven't answered Kyle back, but instead have just sat for the last minute staring down at Ronnie.
"I know; I did," I cry out. I've never felt so weak. "But then…" I can't say it. It's no excuse. I hurt her.
"Then what, you son-of-a-bitch?" Her father screams, "Then you fed on her, nearly killing her… You know, we would have kept the promise, we love her. We all do," he says, tears prickling from his eyes.
"So do I," I whisper.
His face drops, bit then so does everybody else´s in the room, including mine because I´ve admitted it. I´ve admitted I love a mortal. I love her, but all I had I have now lost.
"How can you love her? You creatures are incapable of love. All you ever do is feed on innocent young girl.
I get up from the bed, pulling the sheets over her, so that she'll be warm whilst healing. I plant another soft kiss on her, this time on her cheek, and whisper, "Goodbye. I love you."
The three humans retreat as I stand up and tower over them. I look back at Ronnie. She's sleeping normally, healthily, her heart beating at a normal human pattern. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
"Do not be afraid. I'll give myself up once she's awoken. I just want to know that she'll be okay, once I go," the three humans' mouths drop open. I continue, "Does this house have a basement, or a dark cellar, where I can stay so that I´ll be okay during the day?" I ask.
"Erm… yes. By the… erm… front door, there's another… erm… door, that leads to the basement," Kyle replies, afraid and shocked.
I lift my hands up, as if held at gunpoint showing that I will not harm them. Kyle and his father part to one side, whilst Ronnie's father parts to the other, letting me pass.
I leave the room, turning one last time to see Ronnie. I leave my heart and my life resting and recovering in the dark bedroom, her heart beating softly like mine.
