AN: I must apologize for this chapter. I don't seem to be at the top of my
game lately. Not much happens, mostly just more description. I was in a
state of sudden writers block right after I hade finished chapter 1. It was
actually kind of just a pilot for my idea. Well, since you guys like it, I
decided to keep going, but I'm sincerely sorry for the lack of quality I
might have held in earlier writing.
Ch 2: Somewhere within the forgotten conscious of Teiy's mind, she knew that witches blood was much more potent than human blood. But knowing and understanding are two completely different things. What was stopping Aubrey from draining her completely? At the moment, nothing.
Teiy let all of herself go, and wasn't even vaguely aware of anything, except that whatever was going on, she didn't want it to stop. The sensation of no body, and a clear imagination was indescribable. She was anywhere she wanted, suspended in time itself, the comfort of Aubrey's mind captivating her own in a deadly, but peaceful lullaby.
Quite suddenly as it had started, her dream turned into a nightmare. Pictures of the entire Vida clan, laughing down on her flashed in her vision, like a strobe. Everyone was so much bigger than she was; everyone was so much more powerful than she was. Then the voice of triumph halted reality all together.
"You will never live up to the family name."
Dominique Vida's scornful features burned through her mind, and in that instant, Teiy's hunter instinct kicked in, and she forced onto Aubrey's seductive mind, a powerful blow. Nothing harmful to a vampire, but a warning, that she was now in control. His voice rang through her mind.
"This could be painful you know."
Teiy regained control of her physical functions, but the loss of blood made every muscle scream in agony. Still in the vampires grasp, one of Aubrey's hands under her neck, and the other around her waist, Teiy slowly moved her hand toward the dagger at her side. This was the moment of truth, Aubrey was lost in delicious blood, tainted with powerful ancient magic, and would not be aware of the physical world around him.
Teiy's hand reached the sheath, and she searched for a cold silver hilt. Her hand brushed the leather, and to her horror no dagger could be found. Her slowing heart leaped in panic. She would not be able to force the vampire off with any remaining strength, and the daggers in her boots were too far away to reach. A smooth voice rolled through her head.
"Looking for this?"
Somewhere in the distance she heard a metal clank against the floor. Teiy was running out of time. She already felt the icy coldness of death beginning in her toes, and working its way up through her body. Aubrey wasn't covering up the pain either. The place where his fangs were in her neck had gone numb, and her lungs gasped and reached out for any air they could grasp. Three was nothing left to do but plead.
"Aubrey. Please.stop."
She could hear him laughing in her mind. Time slowed down. How long had he been feeding? It felt like days. How could she have gotten herself into this situation? Part of her wanted to die, so she wouldn't have to go home and face the Vida's reaction.
Blackness was growing over her vision, and she slipped into cold unconsciousness with the vampire's cackle in her mind.
Ch 2: Somewhere within the forgotten conscious of Teiy's mind, she knew that witches blood was much more potent than human blood. But knowing and understanding are two completely different things. What was stopping Aubrey from draining her completely? At the moment, nothing.
Teiy let all of herself go, and wasn't even vaguely aware of anything, except that whatever was going on, she didn't want it to stop. The sensation of no body, and a clear imagination was indescribable. She was anywhere she wanted, suspended in time itself, the comfort of Aubrey's mind captivating her own in a deadly, but peaceful lullaby.
Quite suddenly as it had started, her dream turned into a nightmare. Pictures of the entire Vida clan, laughing down on her flashed in her vision, like a strobe. Everyone was so much bigger than she was; everyone was so much more powerful than she was. Then the voice of triumph halted reality all together.
"You will never live up to the family name."
Dominique Vida's scornful features burned through her mind, and in that instant, Teiy's hunter instinct kicked in, and she forced onto Aubrey's seductive mind, a powerful blow. Nothing harmful to a vampire, but a warning, that she was now in control. His voice rang through her mind.
"This could be painful you know."
Teiy regained control of her physical functions, but the loss of blood made every muscle scream in agony. Still in the vampires grasp, one of Aubrey's hands under her neck, and the other around her waist, Teiy slowly moved her hand toward the dagger at her side. This was the moment of truth, Aubrey was lost in delicious blood, tainted with powerful ancient magic, and would not be aware of the physical world around him.
Teiy's hand reached the sheath, and she searched for a cold silver hilt. Her hand brushed the leather, and to her horror no dagger could be found. Her slowing heart leaped in panic. She would not be able to force the vampire off with any remaining strength, and the daggers in her boots were too far away to reach. A smooth voice rolled through her head.
"Looking for this?"
Somewhere in the distance she heard a metal clank against the floor. Teiy was running out of time. She already felt the icy coldness of death beginning in her toes, and working its way up through her body. Aubrey wasn't covering up the pain either. The place where his fangs were in her neck had gone numb, and her lungs gasped and reached out for any air they could grasp. Three was nothing left to do but plead.
"Aubrey. Please.stop."
She could hear him laughing in her mind. Time slowed down. How long had he been feeding? It felt like days. How could she have gotten herself into this situation? Part of her wanted to die, so she wouldn't have to go home and face the Vida's reaction.
Blackness was growing over her vision, and she slipped into cold unconsciousness with the vampire's cackle in her mind.