Chapter 13

Bertrand's shoulder felt sore, he lifted his hand to it and felt deep nail marks from Ingrid. He smiled as they dressed and returned to the party, before returning to her's for round two...

Erin awoke on something warn and soft underneather her. She didn't feel well at all. She flet movement, and she cluthed whatever was under her for warmth, she felt freezing.

Vlad felt Erin move he looked down as she clutched desperatly at his shirt. It was going to be one long 24 hours.

He had brought everything she needed, and Ryan was bringing her some clean clothes and pyjamas over when he got up. Placing a hand on her forehead he quickly retracted it. She was burning. He sat her up, made her drink the bottle and painkillers as he knew her head and stomach would feel like someone was beating it like a drum. She greatfully accepted it and he lay her back, placing a damp flannel on her head. She had no memory of the previous night, and from how Vlad was acting, she had a feeling she shouldn't, but she wanted to know. "What happened?" It was quiet, barely audiable, but he heard. He sighed and explained exactly what had happened from the moment she had kissed him after re-finding her. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

"It's OK. I would never take advantage of you like that. Two minutes." He smled and returned with toast and tea, milky with three suggars, just how she liked it. She looked at them.

"No way," she said refusing. If she ate, she'd vomit.

"Erin, the quicker you get it out of your system the better you'll feel." He told her. "Please, for me, I can't stand to see you like this." He gave her a puppy-dog look and she sighed, taking a piece of toast and nibbling on the corner. "Eat it properly." He told her, she looked at him and emphasised her annoyance by taking a big sarcastic bite. He rolled his eyes and ignored her, eating his own toast.

Five minutes after she had finished it and she had settled, she turned a pale green and Vlad placed an old sink bowl in her lap for her to be sick in so she didn't have to move about like this. He rubbed circles in her back and whispered comforting words to her as she cried, she hated throwing up. With passion.