Ch.4 Fire
The moment she removed her fangs from my skin, I was on the ground, writhing in agony. I cracked my fingers, clawing at the air, ripping up grass and flinging it away, desperately trying to find something strong enough to grip. Oh god, the pain.. The pain.. It was mind shattering, the intensity of it electrified me, jolted me, beat me up so hard I could barely breathe. I was burning, lost amid the flames of my own downfall, a train wreck cascading down a rugged mountainside. I wasn't expecting it, to say the least. Victoria was kind enough, or so bent on revenge, to drag me into some sort of shed. Apparently muffled, or possibly soundproof, I could tell. It would have to be, I had the voice of a banshee.
"It hurts! Oh god, it burns!" I shrieked, pounding my fists against the inside of the shed, throwing myself against my cage's walls, hissing and screaming until my lungs hurt. But the soreness of my organs didn't let me stop. I kept going, crying out, sobbing and wishing I could just jump in a lake. But knowing my luck, the water would ignite the moment I fell in.
A stray cat, trapped inside the small building and as frightened as I was, lashed at me, scoring deep into my right arm with its three claws. The slash marks in my skin aside, they remained unnoticed, lost in the moans and writhes of my burning body.
Seconds of torture became minutes. Minutes became hours. Hours become days, and days tolled four. One more evening, just for me. Why? I had no idea. Believe me, you cant form a coherant thought when in a state like this. My blood boiled, my eyes became bloodshot, red and crimson. My teeth sharpened, my saliva venomized. My body hardened, crystalizing. I was the same, but different in oh so many ways. Black hair feathered down my shoulders, straight and lustrous, like a raven's wing. The claw marks were still there, forever imprinted upon my beautiful flesh.
Now I was ready to bring on the pain.