Black Magic
7
Cat
Blackness, there was only black, though I felt as though I were wide awake. My eyes opened and shut but the darkness only seemed to grow darker. Memories of fire in his eyes were the only light I could see, but to see the burning in his face was worse than the pitch-black. Although it was black magic dictating his actions, though I knew it wasn't really Bones, the agony of seeing him look at me in that way still stung like a thousand needles injecting poison into my system. The sound of them speaking reaches me, but not the words, not the meaning, as if they are speaking another, alien language.
Bones
Her voice carried through the air like a bullet fired from a gun, the impact of it hitting him just as surly. When his eyes were finally able to open, he saw white marble and greyish white walls. He blinked and shook his head, the haze lifting little by little as he stood from the floor. His mouth was salivating but he could not understand why. Even when he was desperately thirsty for blood he did not have to swallow so much, and his teeth were never this big in his mouth. Something other had caused this, and Mencheres' expression gave nothing away. His grand-sire was standing with his arms folded and his back straight, as if he were waiting for something: the other shoe to drop.
And then his eyes drifted down, down all the way to the floor, where a woman laid limply and crumpled. He recognised her instantly just by the curtain masking her face. Her glorious red hair was spread fan-like above her head, her eye-lids not fluttering one bit. There was a faint bruise on the side of her face from the impact with the floor and creases around her mouth. Whatever she had been feeling before she collapsed to the floor, it was obvious that she had been unconscious before she hit the floor, it had been stronger than even he could imagine.
"What-" he began to ask, but at the sound of his voice Mencheres spun around. Bones could not speak while his grand-sire looked at him in this way, but his instincts were screaming danger. There was a rawness, a brutality in the eyes of the Egyptian, as if all his sophistication, the memory of humanity, had disappeared and an animal was all that was left in it's place. "Grand-sire... what is the meaning of this?" he asked, taking a step forwards.
"It has to be done, Bones."
"Like hell it has to!" His fury sent him springing forwards without a conscious thought, an action born of instinct rather than of any conscious thought. He saw him dodge the assault, but not quick enough to stop his momentum. Mencheres was already across the other side of the room when Bones landed with his legs at either side of Cat's chest, his movements so quick that they were a blur even to vampire eyes.
Mencheres straightened from his predator's crouch and smoothed his dark clothes. One side of his mouth pulled up into a wry smile. This was to be expected, he had known that all along, and so he was not surprised when Bones came at him again. He dodged the tackle, still smiling, knowing that there was nothing he could not handle.
"Undo the spell!" he bellowed, his hands forming claws that dug into Mencheres's shoulder. Each time he saw Cat's prone body, another string of curses echoed in his mind. He would be willing to pay whatever price, even at the cost of his soul, to fix this. He would gladly give his life to save her, but he prayed that he had life with her still left to live. They had been together for such a short time, he had been without her for so long, but he knew fate could be cruel and, apparently, so could Mencheres.
Cat
Hands grasp my arms, pulling me down towards some unknown place, and however much I claw upwards it is impossible... I can't get out... Bones, I call, please, please save me.
TBC