My whole body was burning. My flesh wouldn't let the heat out. I couldn't move; it was if I was stapled to the floor. As well as the terrifying feeling of being put on fire, something scratched my skin as I felt my body jerk here and there, making me feel sick too.
I tried calling out but I did not hear my own voice. I couldn't hear anyone's voice.
I knew my body was healing – I could feel it! My bones moved and ached. The temperature increased around my ribs and in my arms, mending each crack and moving each displaced bone. It was torture.
In this moment I felt so sorry for every human that was put through this. A small part of me wondered if this was similar to what the vampires had done to them. Or maybe all this was what the werewolves felt when them their selves were changed. But deep inside I knew I was going through both. The pain was much too great. I could still feel the venom and blood work its magic. It wasn't as if the agony made me less aware, no. It was quite the opposite. My senses were much clearer now to what was happening. The venom had increased in speed, totally mixed in with my blood – it was everywhere. I could not feel Miles's blood anymore. But it was obviously still in me.
With every jolt of my body, the sheer agony hit me, right in the middle of my chest. It rammed my heart; it was beating even faster for a minute or so, and then slowed back down again. It was an endless cycle of continuous burning, jolt, panicked heart and then back round again. I concentrated on my heart – was I having a heart attack? But then realised it wasn't my body moving that made my heart beat so fast. It was the venom. Maybe it was making my heart beat so fast that it would eventually shut down and then let the venom take over, eventually turning me into half vampire, half werewolf. Or maybe I would die! I hadn't had time to think about what would be better.
It felt like I was going through this month by month. Perhaps it would not stop... I really did not want to imagine that. Maybe it had only been minutes, maybe hours or days. I had no sense of time, but I couldn't imagine it being just minutes.
A rough scream suddenly screamed out; my ears felt like they could have bled fro the noise. Only then did I realise it was my own. I had finally broken through the blackness! I tried searching with my eyes but they would not open. This was when I knew I could not survive this. It was all too much. My heart was beating so fast it trapped my breathing. Either I would die from suffocation or a heart attack or, as I knew I wasn't, I couldn't be strong enough and my body would give up...soon.
Then everything wasn't black. I could see a thin colour overlapping the clouds. It was slightly pink, but still dark. I remembered this colour. It was the colour of my closed eyelids.
With a flash, I opened then. Colours flooded my vision, making me instantly close hen again. Slowly, I tried again. I squinted as everything came in a rush. But it was dark – night time. I was surrounded by spiky yellow floor. I was in a barn of some sort. I noticed a dark figure watching me from a giant pile.
I was lying on my front. I moved my dry throat and let my neck stretch up to see Miles, watching me with curious eyes.
"Finished yet?" He said casually.
I wanted to kill him for doing this to me. But all I could do was scream and snarl because of the pain.
When I tried to speak, my voice choked. I needed a drink. But I wasn't water, it was something much thicker. M body craved it! I pushed that craving into the back of my mind and closed that door. I was not strong enough to claim it anyway, so there was no point in torturing my new body. A body that I despised. I loathed what I hadn't finished becoming.
The burning had yet to stop, but it crept even closer to my heart. It engulfed my thoughts and all I wanted to do was to tear at myself, to get the fire out. I tried to beg, to plead with Miles to kill me before it finally killed me itself. I knew I could not take any more of it.
"Miles...P-please..." I choked slowly. Every time I took a breath it was rough and enclosed, but it felt even worse. "I can't...do... anymore. Please..."
"Shh, Alex. Don't try to talk." Miles said, getting up and gliding quickly over to me.
"Kill...me..." I begged. His eyes looked saddened but nothing else did. When he shook his head, I begged again. And again, over and over. Hoping he would change his mind. Praying that he would pity me. He didn't walk away from me. Instead he sat beside me. I moved my hand onto his arm, feeling his own cold skin against my even colder skin. I tried digging in my nails – a pathetic way of convincing him to stop. I saw that I drew blood, but his face was still on mine, barely noticing my attempt.
Exhausted, I fell limp. This is it, I thought gladly. This is the end. It will stop now.
Gasping for breath, I tried to make this as an easy way out for me as it could be. I relaxed my body and to my surprise, it lay still. No jolts, no jerking about or anything! My heart had slowed way down. I could not breathe. I held on to the straw in my weak hands as tight as I could. I didn't ant to hold on to Miles. He had murmured me. With my final thoughts I thought of Jake and my friends. I wanted him close by. I wanted to see Jake and Ryan for the last time. If they were here, they would do what I asked, no, what I begged for. Although now someone was near me, I felt relaxed and at rest – even if it was Miles.
My heart stopped. I actually felt it stop. I felt the air in my body drawing thin. My eyes drooped shut. My mind settled. Everything turned into one blur; all the faces became one and then nothing. There was nothing but that hungry craving left in my head, and the idea of ripping Miles's head off.
And then, suddenly, that was gone too...
