Saving Mitchell
Chapter 21 – "As Time Goes By"
The next week passes by with Liam and Mitchell taking turns caring for me but neither of them untie me. Even when I'm taken to the bathroom I remain bound.
George keeps his distances even though I tell him I wouldn't feed from him. After that morning with Abigail he hasn't spent much time at the flat.
I beg Mitchell to let me go, my tears pours with each word. He always kisses me, leaving me alone to cry. I begin to think Liam and Mitchell mean to leave me like this, never to be free again.
At the end of the second week I feel gentle fingers against my sore aching wrists, the ropes binding me falling to the ground. I lift my head to see Mitchell, his sweet smile finally back. "Are you sure you can trust me?"
His soft kiss makes my heart leap as he pulls me from the chair to his arms. "Liam said to see. He's out in the hall, waiting."
"You both think I'm going to vamp out again. Honestly, I don't think I trust myself. If Liam hadn't stopped me I would have killed Abby." Rubbing my hand over his prickly cheek I gaze into his soft brown eyes. "I'm sorry Mitchell, what I did to you. I don't blame you if you hate me."
His gloved hand rubs my cheek, his eyes gazing back at me with nothing but love. "Hate you, no Cara, I could never hate you. I've missed you, missed my Cara. I hope she's back now."
He holds me tighter, his arms engulfing me. I kiss the nape of his neck, Mitchell clinching his jaw. "You think I'm going to bite you again, don't you?"
"I think you might. It's only been two weeks Cara; it took me six months to get clean last time. You were consumed with blood lust sweetheart; you don't just get over that." I pull back from his arms, curling up in the bed. Mitchell lies down next to me as I curl up around him.
We lay there for a while, Mitchell holding me as I battle with the vampire deep inside me. This inner turmoil that waged on within me daily was becoming tiresome, the vampire winning some days.
Liam comes in the room, standing at the foot of the bed. "Cara, I need you to look at me."
I sit up in the bed, Mitchell holding my hand. The smell of blood makes me shake all over, the back of my throat burning again.
Mitchell pulls me to him, my body resting between his legs. "You can do this Cara, fight."
Looking up to Liam I see a glass of blood in his hands, the crimson liquid smelling so alluring. He hands it to me, his blues looking so pensive. "Hold it but don't drink it. It's hard but you can do it."
I look over my shoulder to Mitchell and it's hard for him as well. "You can leave if you want to. I know this can't be easy Mitchell."
"I'm not going anywhere. We'll do this together." Mitchell rests his chin my shoulder, his scruffy cheek rubbing mine.
With all my will I concentrate on not drinking the blood when George comes bursting into the room. "It's not her fault … it's the Romanoff blood. Emily found something in the chronicle."
Liam quickly takes the blood from me, he and Mitchell tying me back in the chair. I feel a small bit of hope flourish inside me; perhaps Emily could help end this nightmare for me.
After a few moments the four of them enter the room, Emily standing next door. I see the old leather bound book in her hand, her fingers gliding over a page. "According to the journal entry that Dane made, the Romanoff's blood is the purest blood there is. They purposely took a position to make their blood alluring to vampires, almost like a siren call. They would cut themselves, causing the vampire to lose control and while the vampire was consumed with blood lust they would become an easy kill. You need to purge yourself Cara, you need to bleed yourself."
Liam and Mitchell look at me, both of them carry the same furrowed brow. "I know what to do Mitchell but I don't think it's safe for you to be in the house while I do it. You know what her blood can do and we can't take that risk, I'll have to dispose of it."
Mitchell places a hand on each side of my face, kissing me hard. "I want to stay, I can do this Liam. I'm not leaving her."
"If you're sure Mitchell but first sign I see you're not handling it I'll toss you out on your arse." Liam gives Mitchell a fatherly look, his eyebrows drawing together.
Mitchell carries me to the kitchen, Liam tying my hands out in front of me. With my feet still bound I sit at the kitchen table with my arms stretched out. Liam places a large bowl on the floor under my arms as he proceeds to cut large gashing in me.
George sits with Mitchell in the living room, my beautiful vampire coming to the kitchen door from time to time. He watches as my blood fills the bowl, his hand rubbing over his mouth. "How much longer Liam?"
"Emily will be back soon with her donor blood then I'll stop cutting her. She heals quickly so this will all be over soon." Liam takes the first bowl to the sink, pouring some clear liquid in it and setting it on fire.
I smile at Mitchell, my head feeling a little dizzy. "Love you." He smiles back at me, giving me a wink as he goes back to the living room.
The hours pass by as I feel my body become colder, my fingers going numb. Mitchell comes to the door once more when Emily finally shows up with the bags of blood. "Sorry it took so long. I had a hard time getting this much blood at once."
Liam takes the bags, shaking his head at me. "You're not drinking this. We need to start an I.V. Emily. Mitchell, can you carry her up to her bed but don't untie her."
"Why not? Look at her Liam; she can barely lift her head." Mitchell's voice sounds so harsh as he glowers at Liam.
"Just do as I say Mitchell and take her upstairs." My lover and my friend stare blankly at each, the two males having a standoff.
As Emily wipes the trickling blood from my arm she whispers softly to me. "We're going to make this right Cara. Mitchell loves you, he's been so worried and George misses you but I think Abby loves keeping him company."
"What are they telling people, telling Abby?" I lift my blue eyes to her, my eyelids feeling heavy.
"You came down with the swine flu or something like that. All I know is everyone thinks your contagious." She strokes my hair as Mitchell picks me up in his arms.
I feel my body finally give way to the blood lost as I close my eyes, Mitchell lying me down in my bed.
A gentle warmth radiates through me causing my body to awaken. I open my eyes to see Mitchell sitting on the side of my bed holding my hand. "Hello beautiful. I was starting to worry; you've been out for two day."
He helps me sit up in the bed, handing me a glass of water. I gulp it down, handing it back to him. "I'm thirsty."
"Thirsty?" I see the reservation in his eyes, his hand taking mine.
"Yes … can I have another glass of water? A small smile breaks out over his face, his eyes lighting up.
I spend the day getting my strength back, Mitchell nursing me back to health. Liam decides to test me, placing a glass of blood on the night stand next to me.
Taking the glass in my hand I hear both Mitchell and Liam move towards me, George taking a deep breath. I walk over the bathroom and pour it down the sink. Rinsing the glass out, I hand it back to Liam. "I'm better Liam, I really am."
During the next two weeks I feel like I'm a prisoner on probation, Mitchell and Liam never leaving me by myself. George spends most of his evenings out with Abby, the two of them becoming very close.
One month after I killed Dane my dear friend decides to go back to Ireland. Mitchell, George and I say goodbye to him, my heart not wanting to let him go.
"Please stay Liam, I want you to." My arms cling around his neck.
"I have to go, I need to find Laura. After seeing what you went through and watching Mitchell with you I know now I can't give up hope that I'll find her. Emily says there's a medium in Galway that may be able to help me. This isn't goodbye Cara O'Connor, this is I'll see you later." Liam holds me tight, his hands stroking my hair.
I rub his face, giving him a quick kiss. "You better come back and don't wait five hundred years to do it."
He smiles at me, nodding his head. I walk away, letting my tears finally fall. Liam and Mitchell share a long hug, George doing the same.
Watching Liam leave my life again was hard but having this sexy gorgeous loving man that just happened to be a vampire by my side made it a little easier. Looking into his beautiful honey dipped eyes I see the man I'm going to love the rest of my days.
George takes his pack; the full moon was nearly upon us. "I'll see you two in the morning. Have a good night." A coy smile curls up on his lips, Mitchell grinning back at him.
Sitting out on the steps, I lay my head over on Mitchell's shoulders. He finishes off his cigarette, the large full moon bright in the Bristol sky. "What don't we go in and have us a nice quiet evening?"
"I'd like that. How about a movie, your choice." His fingers lace into mine as we open the front door, the spring air a little warmer than usual.
We start to walk back into the flat when I hear some call our names. "Mitchell … Cara … help."
Mitchell releases my hand to catch a bloody Abigail. With my hand holding the wound on her arm, Mitchell carries her inside.
"Jesus Christ … Cara hurry!" Mitchell takes off his button up shirt, holding it to the gashes in Abigail's arm.
I get my first aid kit, trying to patch up Abby's arm when I see the shocked look on Mitchell's face.
"What!" I look back down to the deep wounds all over Abby's arm.
"That looks a newborn try to feed from her. She may turn Cara." Mitchell's face falls as he sinks to his knees.