Rewritten
The next evening I woke up again feeling renewed in strength. I looked up and saw the IV above my head had ran empty. I blinked my eyes a few times to see the world more clear again. As I turned my head I noticed I wasn't alone in my room. There was someone sitting in my room.
It was Miika. I felt uncomfortable. I hadn't spoken to him since my stranger brought me back in after our surprise attack in the city. He brought me back. With methods only to be used on the highest in rank in our coven. Why me.
I began to sit up as Miika walked towards my bed.
"How are you feeling?" his calm familiar voice asked.
"I am well" I said " I feel like a whole new me" I smiled at him, as I tried to lighten the mood. But then looked into his eyes they were painfully serious. It seemed there was no way for me to avoid it.
"Miika what you did…"
He hushed me "What I did, is what I had to do… You were dying and if there's anything in my power that I can do to prevent that I will" he said, in a tone not refusing back talk. I felt emotion bubbling up inside me. Something that I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"I'm not even pure born! You shouldn't have done this, you know this!" What about the covenant!" I spoke in a stressed out voice. I was alive now but I was not sure what would happen if other covens heard about what had happened here.
"The covenant was never my idea and you know it! It was put in place by the Eastern European coven, the ones who value the pureness of blood over the love for their kin. I will not reign my coven this way, I will not!" Miika said and I felt the rage in his voice. He had been called a traitor before by the Eastern European Coven more than once. Miika didn't care about pureness of bloodlines, he cared about the person carrying the blood and what contributions they made to the coven. This is why I loved him so dear. If I had brought my stranger to the doorstep of the Eastern European Coven he would be shot on sight, simply because he's not of our kind.
"But what if they find out" I panicked. "I can't have you in trouble over me! It's not worth it!".
"Don't talk to me about worth! I know what is and is not worth it, in the past centuries I have come to understand that the way the Eastern European Coven has reigned our kind is wrong. It's wrong to discriminate in the human world, it's wrong to do so in ours! The Eastern European Coven, look what became of their house! It lies in ruins. Half their Vampires turned rogue. And who are left to clean up their mess? We are! The covenant…" He spat, truly angry. "It was put in place by a power loving madman who valued blood in the veins more than his own people. I will not have it in my house I will not!"
What followed was a powerful silence, we both had to think about what just was said.
I knew he was right, of course he was. Miika was always right. But I couldn't believe he broke one of our most sacred laws for me.
"You knew all along…" I started. "When you found me and Markus, and killed our family's murderers, you bled them dry".
"Just in case I'd ever need their blood, yes I was prepared" Miika said, his voice calm again.
I needed a moment to process the new information. I knew there was many blood stored but that was by the fathers of children. Pure born children, the children born Vampire. If they were ever hit by a UV round they needed their fathers blood to recover. Only they were allowed this treatment. If Miika was true about his cause he had much MUCH more blood stored…
"I want to show you something… come on" he said.
I got out of bed and felt good again, a bit sore but that could also have been from lying in bed too long. We walked out of my room, down the long corridor and up a ladder, the same one I had came from the night before.
The big wooden doors of the room I recovered in were locked again. Only Miika carried the key. He opened the door and I recognized the room. This is where I woke up a few nights ago.
He unlocked another door in the back of the room. He flickered on the light and what I saw there I would never forget.
There were walls FULL of blood bags hanging on hooks with name tags above them. It was sick how organized this all was. They were hung alphabetically. I saw bags for Anna, Bjorn, Daniella but also Markus had a supply and my name was there too. From my stack a few bags were missing. Probably the ones they used.
"There's only a limited supply though, with pure borns, as long as their fathers are alive they can keep donating to their children. And in case the father is no longer around a mother can also donate. But when you use the blood of a sire, a sire that is dead, you have your limitations of course" Miika explained.
"Miika this is amazing!" I started, nothing began to explain the efforts Miika would go through to keep the members of his coven save. We walked out and he locked the rooms again.
"I can't begin to thank you for saving my life… again" I started.
"Well then, don't" He said as he smiled to me. "You just do your job and be the best Death Dealer I have. And for now, go check on our stranger. I gave him a hard time last night" Miika said.
"Miika you didn't!" I saw a small flicker of amusement in Miika's eye.
"Can't an old man have a little fun every now and then?" He said as he smiled and looked as innocent as he possibly could. " He's powerful, he just needs rage to get into that power. You should train him. Make him learn to channel his rage and be able to use it at will"
"I will try, I will I promise" I said.
Miika kissed my forehead and he went downstairs again. I knew he always had some work to do.
