Chapter Six
Poison suddenly let go of Dracula's wrist, pulling her face away from his blood. Dracula took his cut wrist in his other hand and pulled it close to him, as if cradling his wound.
Poison could feel Dracula's blood mixing with her own, cursing through her veins and suffocating every living organ it passed through. She fell forward, her hands stopping her fall. She stayed still on her hands and knees as the pain became more intense, like fire burning through her body. Her breathing was rushed and painful as slowly the life was being suffocated from her lungs. She closed her eyes as ringing began in her ears. Opening them to find her vision was blurred and the room was spinning. Her head was throbbing and her stomach contorted, bringing up her last meal. Poison swallowed hard pushing it back down.
She heard Dracula's voice, but could not make out the words or even see where he was standing anymore. Merely hours ago Poison was so willing to end her life, yet now she was fighting for her every breath. She did not want to give in, she did not really want to live, but she wanted to battle, Poison always fought even if she had asked for it to begin with.
A piercing scream tore itself from Poison's lips as Dracula's blood had reached her heart, suffocating the life from it. She crumpled, her legs and arms giving way beneath her. The pain was so excruciating that she could no longer move. She lay in a collapsed heap; tears of pain streaming down her face while she gasped for every breath. Finally, she took her last breath. Poison had lost her fight for life.
She laid still, eyes closed tight. Poison had been given the gift of death, which she wanted so passionately. Although her life had been extremely hard, as she lie dead on the floor she looked so peaceful and finally happy.
Only moments had past and Poison's eyes fluttered open. She pulled herself together and stood up, stretching and flexing her limbs. She brushed the dust, which she had gathered from lying on the floor, off of herself. She looked up to see Dracula looking at her in shock.
"I have never seen anyone fight so much for life. I thought you wanted this? Usually they pass out moments after my blood begins to mix with theirs. You should not have fought it. You just caused yourself more grief."
Poison glared at him before raising her hand and slapping Dracula's left cheek with her right hand. Dracula had never been slapped by one of his own before, he hid his anger as he knew if he hit her back she would flee and would probably end up being killed, as she was not strong enough to survive alone yet.
"You've followed me my entire life, you knew I would fight. I always fight. I fought the pain, not death. I would not give into it. Even though I had asked for it"
Poison rolled her neck, stretching her now lifeless muscles. She stopped; she wondered how she continued to move, as muscles need oxygen to function. Maybe enough oxygen was in the blood of their victims to keep their body working. Speaking of blood made Poison realised she was famished. Dracula had taken more of her blood than he had replaced with his own.
The thought of blood brought something inside her to life, although she was dead. She felt her body change, wings sprouting from her back, hands and feet becoming claw like. Her now true form had come out. She looked down at herself; her skin colour was different to that of Verona and Aleera's, which was blue/grey. Poison's skin was more like the colour of human flesh with a light blue tint, like the colour human skin becomes when it has been exposed to freezing conditions for too long.
"Come. I shall teach you how to hunt." Dracula cooed.
Poison tried to change back into her human form, but was unable too. Dracula must have seen the disappointed look on her face.
"Your bloodlust is too strong. You will need to feed before you can control the change. For the moment you just need to learn to fly."
'Pfft, this'll be easy,' Poison thought to herself. She stretched and began to flap, letting her wings rise and fall slowly. She started moving them faster, but noticed she wasn't moving. She turned her head to see why she wasn't moving, and found she had been flapping her arms not her wings.
"Idiot," she muttered to herself.
"Easy Hmm?" Dracula replied with a disapproving look.
"Stay out of my head. I am not one of your conquests. You have no right. I warn you stay out. Or I will make you suffer."
"Poison." Dracula sighed, "We are connected, can you not feel it? We have been ever since the moment you were born."
Poison rolled her eyes and finally gained control of her wings. She pushed herself off the ground and flew out the closest window into the clouded night sky. Dracula followed close behind. Poison did not want him to come with her, but she did not know the way to the village, so was forced to swallow her pride. Dracula flew past Poison and she quickly caught up to him. She thought of what her first kill would be like. She could almost feel the fresh blood running down her throat.
