Disconnected
Chpt 18.
Mom and Dad slowly pulled apart, "So, you lost didn't you?" my mom commented.
I nodded as I rubbed the part of my stomach that the sword entered during the spell. It was heeled now, and all of the blood had disappeared except for the stuff on my hands. I coughed hysterically, proving my moment of weakness.
Lorne and Legolas rushed to my side, but Legolas stopped as he realized that the demon was moving also. Lorne grabbed a wet washcloth that was sitting in a bowl of water next to my bed; he was apparently cleaning my wounds as I got them in my trance. He pushed it against my neck, worried that the bite wounds would open up again. I smiled, silently thanking him.
"Anymore of you guys coming?" I asked Legolas, and his eyes welled up with pride.
"We are sending one hundred of our best archers, Mirkwood, Rivendell, and Lorien," he replied.
"One hundred?" I coughed again, "That's, that's good," I breathed, "But I would be content if it were just you."
He smiled, and Haldir looked suspiciously at him.
I got up from bed and cracked my neck. "It's gonna be a long day," I told everyone, "I'll go cook."
"Where is Kazey?" asked my dad, and I looked at floor to blink away some unshed tears for my good friend.
"She died," I said as I looked back at him and walked out the door. "Cordelia's an evil bitch, I just thought you should know!" I yelled as I trotted down the hallway in my somewhat slutty pajamas.
I started cooking as soon as I got to the kitchen that was never used. Serving up eggs and toast and an assortment of pancakes. Then I had a craving for something more. Something that I had hated eating since forever. I indeed needed blood. I couldn't explain it, it was like being pregnant and craving things you only tasted once and never liked. It was like this time I wanted to consume it so I wouldn't deal with being sick. It was like the end of the world.
I went to the fridge and pulled out a blood bag, then ripped my tiny vampire teeth into it and let it drizzle down my throat. The only thing that disgusted me was the fact that I enjoyed it. It was like learning what gelatin was made out then turning around and eating jell-o. You know it's disgusting, but it tastes so good.
"Jonica?" said a voice quietly from behind me.
I turned quickly, ripping the bag from my mouth. Excess blood was dipping from the corners of my mouth and Legolas winced.
I looked away, "Sorry, I didn't ever want you to see me like this," I said, putting the bag aside. I then wiped my mouth and returned to the stove.
"It smells delicious. You father told us that you were a wonderful cook," he said, trying to make me feel better.
I smiled with satisfaction. "You ain't nothin' yet," I told him, then set the counter in the form of a buffet.
"EAT!" I yelled up the stairs, and down ran almost everyone. Except of course, Cordelia. After my many compliments I went to the weapons closet and let everyone eat in peace. I wasn't that hungry; I had just eaten an entire pint of blood. I took out my favorite sword and started to practice, remembering what I needed to work on from the spell. As I turned and swung my sword there was a clang as metal hit metal. Aragorn was standing with his own sword Elendil, at his defense.
"I did not realize that you were a shield maiden," he said, and grinned in a complimenting way.
I twisted my sword away from his and replied, "You don't know me too well. Everyone who doesn't know me underestimates me." I swung at him and he blocked, muscle memory taking over for us both. He understood that I needed to practice, and he was willing to help.
"Then I see that I will get to know you fast," he retorted as he tried out one of the more advanced moves, catching my sword so he could disarm me.
I twisted my entire body in defense and kept my weapon, he tried to wipe my feet from under me so I did a reverse flip to avoid it. I kicked up, ramming the heel of my foot into his chest. He stepped back in shock, "Very well indeed," he said, and made his attack.
I blocked and swung him over my shoulder. All of a sudden there was another body coming in for an attack. My cousin, Connor, decided that he needed to practice also, and punched me in the back.
And so it was ignited, Aragorn backed off and watched in amazement as Connor disarmed me by kicking my hand. I did a few backhand springs to gain distance from him, and watched as he came running at me. I then made a wrestling move and stuck out my arm so that when his neck caught on it he would fall to the ground.
He retaliated by kicking my legs from under me. The two of us were out of breath; we stayed on the floor of the lobby for sometime before members of our audience helped pick us up.
"I wish you wouldn't do that," I panted.
"You told me once to be ready for anything," he breathed back.
"I did say that, didn't I?" I smiled, and we sat until we caught our breath.