Cain Wolfe POV:
The pain was intense. There were multiple things I compared this agony to but none seemed to sum up even one tenth of the pain. It was more painful then having your skin ripped off and being dumped into the ocean. Worse then being shot over and over again on different parts of your body. It was as if I was on fire but I would never turn to ash. As if I would forever feel this agony without withering away.
I know I was a punk ass in my life, but did I deserve hell?
You were a murderer, idiot. Of cause you do.
I cursed my brain, knowing it was right. But I swear, if I somehow break out of this fires hold and find that pretty pale bitch I'm going to wring her thin neck!
After a while of internally cursing and attempting to make bribes with anyone that could hear me, I felt the fire dimly fade. First in my toes and fingers, eventually in my hand, wrist, ankles and shins, until all the pain aimed directly at my chest. My heart more precisely.
As embarrassing as it is to admit, I wailed in absolute agony. I started clawing at my chest, fruitfully hoping to rip out the fire that targeted my heart. It didn't work, I might have clawed up my chest a little bit but that's about all.
Then, to my pleasant surprise, it all stopped. The fire was gone completely, aside from a rather strong burn in the throat telling me I needed something to drink and ASAP. I briefly did a happy dance in my head for the pain being over. But then what grabbed my attention was my lack of heartbeat. Now, I'm no doctor, but even I know that can't be good.
I opened my eyes and I gasped. What the hell was with my sight?! I can see freaking dust bunnies! What the hell?! Is that another colour?! Holly hell… I breathed to calm myself down but my strong nose made me freak out all over again. I smell?! I freaking smell?! And I can smell that I smell?! I can hear rats running around in the roof! What the fucks going on here?!
I heard a door open and the sound of familiar heels clanking across the ground. I growled loudly.
Hold one a second. I growled? Dude, what are you doing?
She didn't stop coming towards my room, but when she approached the door, she opened it swiftly. My brand new eyes took here in.
My previous eyes never did her justice.
After recovering from being stunned by her breath halting, heart stopping beauty, I remembered that this chick put me through torture. I growled and lunged at her. She didn't dodge me or struggle when I pinned her to the wall. She just looked at me with curious eyes.
"What. The. Fuck?!" I asked her, drawing out the words in case her mind had trouble. I don't like repeating myself. Sue me.
She didn't say anything. The only thing that changed were her eyes changing from curiosity to pity. Nuh uh. No you don't, bitch. Don't you dare pity me. I pushed her further into the wall and I was briefly shocked that we went straight through it and fell to the floor.
Jeez, hasn't anyone heard of a plasterer? You know, that dude that makes walls?
Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she took in my shocked expression. I suddenly lost all will to hurt her. Just looking into her stunningly bright crimson eyes, I felt all my hate just melt away. I didn't want to hurt this woman. I wouldn't.
I sighed and retracted my weight from her, allowing her free room to roam. I held my hand out for her and she graciously accepted and I pulled her to her feet.
Too bad you can't sweep her off her feet.
Whoa, whoa, WHOA! I did not just think that! At least I hope not.
She nodded her head in thanks and we stood there awkwardly for a while.
"So, how are you?" I asked, dumbly.
She seemed amused by that question and simply nodded as if to say 'I'm fine'.
I sighed. This was a brilliant conversation. "So, what the hells going on?"
She didn't look amused with the question, she held a serious front but her eyes displayed pity. Bloody hell, what's with this chick and the pity eyes?
"Well?" I asked.
She shook her head. I didn't get it. She wont tell me? Jeez, you'd think she'd at least tell me what's going on. I mean, it's not that hard to speak--- Bingo.
"Your mute, aren't you?" I asked, hoping I guessed right but wishing I was wrong.
Her eyes seemed to sparkle from happiness that someone figures it out so quickly. I was far from amused.
"Great, now how the hell am I supposed to figure anything out? I mean, I'm a newcomer who doesn't understand what's going on. You know everything but you're a mute. How the hell does that help my situation?" I said to no one in particular.
"You wouldn't know how to write, would you?"
She shock her head.
I sighed. "Of cause not because otherwise that would make this conversation far to easy."
I banged my head against one of the still standing walls and that one crumpled too. "Seriously, you need to get these walls checked. I think even termites are afraid of them."
Her eyes glistened with amusement as she shock her head.
"What?" I asked. I mean, why not. The walls are falling down from the slightest pressure. I think even an unsuspecting fly could sit on it and have the wall crumble over him.
She walked over to another wall and poked it, the wall fell apart.
I jumped. "See! That's what I mean! they're weak as hell!"
She shock her head disbelievingly. She walked over to the bed I was on. She gestured to it.
"It's a steel bed?" I asked, unsure what she was asking.
She nodded. Then, without any trouble, she lifted it with one hand, then balanced the bed on one finger. I was gawking at her. Holy shit. She then put the bed back down but the proceeded to snap parts of the steel away with little to no problem. As she finished she turned around and faced me.
I sweat dropped. She was strong. And to think I tried to attack her before.
"Okay," I started. "Let me think about this. Your not human, are you?" She shock her head, her necklace saying her name swung wildly.
Eliza. I liked that name.
"Glad we have that settled. Am I still human?" again, she shock her head.
"I take it those walls aren't actually weak. I take it we're abnormally strong, correct." she nodded for once.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Are we scientific? Or are we mythical?" she held up two fingers, saying we are mythical.
"Mythical? That leaves robots out. Okay, I just need to put pieces together. Do I have enough evidence to figure out what we are?" she looked uncertain. I sighed in frustration.
"Okay, lets start from when we met. You found me, you walked off into what should have been your death." I said, giving her a pointed glare for doing something so stupid. "I saw you attacking the police, good job with that by the way. It was done rather well. Now, you killed them by---."
………….
Oh shit.
"We're vampires aren't we?" she jumped off the chair with her eyes shinning bright and a twinge of a smile on her face.
I nodded, saying I understood. "That must be the burn at the back of the throat. Let go dull it." I said, cheerfully walking towards the door.
She grasped my hand before I reached the door, her eyes showing concern.
"What is it?" She cupped my cheek and motioned to her eyes. They were a strong pure red, the colour of blood. Oh, she was worried I didn't want to hurt people. "Oh, don't worry about it. If you read my police record you'd see I didn't exactly care about human life. Now, I have even less reason too."
She nodded slowly, as if uncertain. But she agreed and she opened the door for me.
We walked a little away from the warehouse. It wasn't the same warehouse we met in but it was just as big. We reached a certain spot and she stopped me.
She gestured to her throat. "I am hungry, if that's what your asking. Are you?" she shock her head. She gestured to the rise and fall of her chest that suddenly halted. "You want me to hold my breath?" I asked, unsure as to why. She nodded though, so I did without complaint.
We walked for a bit more and eventually I heard a melodic sound.
Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump. - a heart beat.
I grinned gleefully.
This is going to be fun.
A/N: I must admit, i'm having fun writing Cain.
