Chapter 21! Wow this far already. My computer has decided that it doesn't want to connect to the internet recently so there may not be a chapter a day. But hope you like the new one. Pleas review. I know that there will only be about 2 more chapters, there is really only 2 ways of going from here. Comment if you want me to do that spin off with Duncan because I don't want to start it if no one will read it.
It was defiantly the wrong time to be thinking this, but Julia was really pretty when she was sleeping.
We were like this for a day, Julia asleep in my arms, our chests moving as one.
Duncan quietly opened the door, and shuffled in. He clutched two thermoses. I knew that my eyes were red and bloodshot, and my throat burned, and my vision was hazy. The hunger was raging through me.
"Here, blood, you need it." Duncan tried to hand me the thermoses, but I shook my head, not taking my gaze from Julia.
He thrust it at me. "Take it."
"Put it in the fridge." I murmured. There was a mini fridge at the end of my bed, like there was for all of us. Duncan nodded, resigning. When he opened the door the sweet smell of th red liquid filled my nostrils. My fangs elongated, protruding over my lips.
"Have you not drunk anything?" Duncan asked, seeing the full fridge.
"Not yet no."
"Drink!" He ordered.
"No, not until she's okay." I stroked her cheek.
"You'll starve!" Disbelief crossed his face.
"I just want to wait until she is okay."
"How will you be able to help her, if you can only think of blood. It's not healthy, and not gunna help."
"Fine. Give me some." I hate it when my brothers are right. So I drank, and the hunger lessened.
"Keep drinking." And he walked out.
Two more days passed Julia waking a few times, revealing the pain that slowly closing in around her. Every time she opened her perfect mouth to whimper, my chest clenched. Over the two days Clarissa tried to visit a few times but was turned away by Duncan. I refused to drink any more, the hunger made me fell like a sword swallower who had the hiccoughs during a performance. But my thirst came second to Julia's pain.
On the fourth day, she didn't wake at all , and I could feel her skin growing colder to my touch, her breathing shallower, her heart had slowed. A human doctor would worry, but I knew that it was the last stage of her change. Relief swept over me as I realized that tomorrow she would wake and be one of my kind. She would no longer be fragile, no longer be weak. I would not feel hungry every time I kissed her too deeply. But most of all she would be safe(r), from me, from Hel-Blar, from everything.
Day five. I woke just as the sun crept lazily from the sky. I waited. Counted every second. Looking for any sign that she would wake.
But Julia remained motionless. Not stirring. By midnight the paranoia griped me. 'what if something went wrong. What if she died. Julia wake up!' Another hour. Still nothing. Tears began to flow, and for once I made no attempt to stop them. My heart burned, seared my chest more than my throat. How long until she woke, If she woke at all?