He opened his eyes, blinking slowly until he could focus enough to see
Juliana's face staring down at him. He blinked again. She was still there.
"What are you doing?" he said, his voice unclear and groggy.
"Shh. Rest, she's gone now. You don't have to worry."
"Gone? Where did she go?"
"That's not important."
"To hell it is!"
Meanwhile, Drea was hiding in an alley. She could not remember the last time she'd been that hungry. She had to sink her fangs into something. Bite something; and she wasn't done either. All her emotions were swelled up inside her; for so long. She hated being confined and told what to do; hated being riduculed for who she was. Most of all, she hated having what little she had left, taken away from her.
It had been eighty years since she had drinken human blood.
Michel tried to get up, but Juliana stopped him.
"No, you need your rest."
"She bit me! That means she's not going to stop. I have to go out there," he said seriously.
"NO! She's gone. I'm your sire now, and I want you to-"
Michel had heard enough of this crap. He sat up, knocked Juliana out, and ran downstairs faster than he knew he could run. Many eyes followed him as he flew into the kitchen and started serching for some portable blood. At last he found some silver bottles, a little decorated, but good enough. He took ten of them and stuffed them in a black bag he brought down from his room. More eyes followed him as he went into the training room and found Jebter.
"I need your help," he said desperatley.
"What is it?" asked Jebter.
"I need to find Drea." "I'm afraid she' long gong. I have a team serching for her now. I myself am getting ready," Michel watched as Jebter loaded rifles, shotguns, pistols, semi-autimatics, and automatics into bags. Stacks of silver bullets followed, and a small box of tranquilizers.
"Let me come, let me help find her."
"I don' know about that. You' been bitten twice in the last two days. If you don' get any rest, you' be useless for weeks."
"It's worth it; for her. I have to get her back. If I don't, Juliana will replace her. Hell knows what she'll make me do. Besides..." he thought quick for something that would help Jebter, to convince him to let him come, "She might come out if I'm with you. She drank my blood, and might want it again."
It did the trick.
"All right, but you stickin' with me."
Jebter and Michel went serching for Drea. They started with the alleys, the streets, and the empty battlegrounds. Then they tried the buildings and the rooftops. No Drea.
Jebter gathered the team and told them to go home. They were to reconvine tomorrow night.
"But we haven't found her yet!" protested Michel.
"The sun rises in a hour. We have no choice. We' search again tomorrow," said Jebter, getting in his car. Michel had other plans. He grabbed his bag from the car and ran off.
He stopped in an alley, leaned against the brick wall and began talking to himself. "All right. That was smart. The sun rises in an hour and I'm by myself in a city I don't know. At least I have blood. But no Drea. What now?"
"I'll tell you what now," said Drea stepping out of the shadows, appearing infront of Michel. She seemed intense, consentrating on Michel. Her dark hair surrounded her eyes, bringing out the blueness that she was known for. She walked like a cat, head held high and steps careful.
"There you are! I've been looking for you all night." She stepped forward. He embrassed her in a hug, then quickly pulled away.
"You've already bitten me once, care to try again?"
"Mmm, tempting," her eyes were filled with fire, but Michel couldn't smell blood on her breath.
"You haven't eaten," said Michel. He was relieved, a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.
"Not since you."
"Then why did you run away if you didn't intend to bite anyone?"
"I've been following you goons all night," she avoided the question. "But...I am now." She took a step closer to him. "Have you eaten?"
"Yes, and I brought more." She took another step. "But that doesn't mean I'm strong enough," he said quickly. She turned her head to the side, dwelling on his sweet scent. Then she turned her head to the side, and ran in the other direction. Michel followed. They ran at least three miles. Around the time Michel could see the sky lightening, he started to worry.
"I hope you know the sun is rising, and unless I'm mistaken, that will kill us," said Michel.
Drea stopped infront of a tall, dark wharehouse. She looked back at Michel, jumped aobut fifteen feet to a window ledge, and opened it. Michel followed. He was a natural at jumping. It was the only thing he really had control of.
When he got inside, he found an old wharehouse, filled with old boxes and broken lights. Drea led him around stacks of boxes, to a little space closed off by more boxes. There were blankets and pillows on the ground with drapings hanging around.
"You've been waiting for me," wispered Michel.
"I'm hungy. Are you?" she said suddenly.
Yes! He thought desperatley. He couldn't remember how much blood he had had, but no matter how much he did, he'd been bitten twice; fought Lycans, gaurds, Juliana, and Drea; and hadn't even adjusted to sleeping during the day. Since he had been turned, he had always been hungry.
"Good," said Drea.
But I didn't answer you, Michel thought.
"Come, you're tired."
Michel walked over cautiously, and sat down amoung the blankets.
"You trust me," she said quietly.
"Yes. I missed you so much. Why did you do that? If you wanted my blood-"
She quieted him with her finger on his lips. Her eyes were bright, but full of life. The expression on her face was of deep love and longing. Drea opened the black bag and grabbed a bottle of blood. She handed it to Michel, who took the message and drank it. When he finished, his face showed great displeasure; but he still remained silent. No matter what happened, his heart was glad to see her.
Slowly, as to not frighten him, Drea picked up Michel's wrist and bit it. At first, he felt like the life was being sucked out of him. Then he began to calm down and relax; and found the feeling cleansing. Next, he was exausted.
Surprisingly, Drea looked quiet and at peace.
"Drea, I don't understand. You were wild and everyone thought you went out to kill, but now you seem quite yourself again,"
"I just had to get out. All the comotion was driving me insane. I'd rather be calm and relaxed, hunting in the night."
Michel was tired. He soon found himself lying down, his eyes closing slowly. He fell asleep with her presence far away, but just within reach.
"What are you doing?" he said, his voice unclear and groggy.
"Shh. Rest, she's gone now. You don't have to worry."
"Gone? Where did she go?"
"That's not important."
"To hell it is!"
Meanwhile, Drea was hiding in an alley. She could not remember the last time she'd been that hungry. She had to sink her fangs into something. Bite something; and she wasn't done either. All her emotions were swelled up inside her; for so long. She hated being confined and told what to do; hated being riduculed for who she was. Most of all, she hated having what little she had left, taken away from her.
It had been eighty years since she had drinken human blood.
Michel tried to get up, but Juliana stopped him.
"No, you need your rest."
"She bit me! That means she's not going to stop. I have to go out there," he said seriously.
"NO! She's gone. I'm your sire now, and I want you to-"
Michel had heard enough of this crap. He sat up, knocked Juliana out, and ran downstairs faster than he knew he could run. Many eyes followed him as he flew into the kitchen and started serching for some portable blood. At last he found some silver bottles, a little decorated, but good enough. He took ten of them and stuffed them in a black bag he brought down from his room. More eyes followed him as he went into the training room and found Jebter.
"I need your help," he said desperatley.
"What is it?" asked Jebter.
"I need to find Drea." "I'm afraid she' long gong. I have a team serching for her now. I myself am getting ready," Michel watched as Jebter loaded rifles, shotguns, pistols, semi-autimatics, and automatics into bags. Stacks of silver bullets followed, and a small box of tranquilizers.
"Let me come, let me help find her."
"I don' know about that. You' been bitten twice in the last two days. If you don' get any rest, you' be useless for weeks."
"It's worth it; for her. I have to get her back. If I don't, Juliana will replace her. Hell knows what she'll make me do. Besides..." he thought quick for something that would help Jebter, to convince him to let him come, "She might come out if I'm with you. She drank my blood, and might want it again."
It did the trick.
"All right, but you stickin' with me."
Jebter and Michel went serching for Drea. They started with the alleys, the streets, and the empty battlegrounds. Then they tried the buildings and the rooftops. No Drea.
Jebter gathered the team and told them to go home. They were to reconvine tomorrow night.
"But we haven't found her yet!" protested Michel.
"The sun rises in a hour. We have no choice. We' search again tomorrow," said Jebter, getting in his car. Michel had other plans. He grabbed his bag from the car and ran off.
He stopped in an alley, leaned against the brick wall and began talking to himself. "All right. That was smart. The sun rises in an hour and I'm by myself in a city I don't know. At least I have blood. But no Drea. What now?"
"I'll tell you what now," said Drea stepping out of the shadows, appearing infront of Michel. She seemed intense, consentrating on Michel. Her dark hair surrounded her eyes, bringing out the blueness that she was known for. She walked like a cat, head held high and steps careful.
"There you are! I've been looking for you all night." She stepped forward. He embrassed her in a hug, then quickly pulled away.
"You've already bitten me once, care to try again?"
"Mmm, tempting," her eyes were filled with fire, but Michel couldn't smell blood on her breath.
"You haven't eaten," said Michel. He was relieved, a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.
"Not since you."
"Then why did you run away if you didn't intend to bite anyone?"
"I've been following you goons all night," she avoided the question. "But...I am now." She took a step closer to him. "Have you eaten?"
"Yes, and I brought more." She took another step. "But that doesn't mean I'm strong enough," he said quickly. She turned her head to the side, dwelling on his sweet scent. Then she turned her head to the side, and ran in the other direction. Michel followed. They ran at least three miles. Around the time Michel could see the sky lightening, he started to worry.
"I hope you know the sun is rising, and unless I'm mistaken, that will kill us," said Michel.
Drea stopped infront of a tall, dark wharehouse. She looked back at Michel, jumped aobut fifteen feet to a window ledge, and opened it. Michel followed. He was a natural at jumping. It was the only thing he really had control of.
When he got inside, he found an old wharehouse, filled with old boxes and broken lights. Drea led him around stacks of boxes, to a little space closed off by more boxes. There were blankets and pillows on the ground with drapings hanging around.
"You've been waiting for me," wispered Michel.
"I'm hungy. Are you?" she said suddenly.
Yes! He thought desperatley. He couldn't remember how much blood he had had, but no matter how much he did, he'd been bitten twice; fought Lycans, gaurds, Juliana, and Drea; and hadn't even adjusted to sleeping during the day. Since he had been turned, he had always been hungry.
"Good," said Drea.
But I didn't answer you, Michel thought.
"Come, you're tired."
Michel walked over cautiously, and sat down amoung the blankets.
"You trust me," she said quietly.
"Yes. I missed you so much. Why did you do that? If you wanted my blood-"
She quieted him with her finger on his lips. Her eyes were bright, but full of life. The expression on her face was of deep love and longing. Drea opened the black bag and grabbed a bottle of blood. She handed it to Michel, who took the message and drank it. When he finished, his face showed great displeasure; but he still remained silent. No matter what happened, his heart was glad to see her.
Slowly, as to not frighten him, Drea picked up Michel's wrist and bit it. At first, he felt like the life was being sucked out of him. Then he began to calm down and relax; and found the feeling cleansing. Next, he was exausted.
Surprisingly, Drea looked quiet and at peace.
"Drea, I don't understand. You were wild and everyone thought you went out to kill, but now you seem quite yourself again,"
"I just had to get out. All the comotion was driving me insane. I'd rather be calm and relaxed, hunting in the night."
Michel was tired. He soon found himself lying down, his eyes closing slowly. He fell asleep with her presence far away, but just within reach.