The Last Goddess
A/N: Ok, here is chapter 2.
Disclaimer: Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. All copyrights belong to Ms. Harris and Mr. Ball.
Dying
KRISTINA's POV:
(CURRENT DAY)
My 21tst birthday is tomorrow. I am most anxious to finish my Transformation. I know there will be a few things that will not change until I meet Him. I wish I knew more about my Eternal Mate. The only clue my mother gave me was that his mind would be quiet to me. That narrows it down to him being a vampire. Vampires are the only creatures that I can't 'read'.
I do worry about that fact, my spirit might be the daughter of a goddess, but biologically, I am still half fairy. I know I smell amazing, Vlad has told me that my entire life. He also says he can smell something different, older, more powerful, but he can't place it. I am pretty sure I know what he smells.
I can feel my light fading; I would estimate that I have a couple of hour's tops until my death. I am not nervous about it. I welcome my death.
I haven't been able to commune with my mother in almost a year. Luckily, I was prepared for that. She told me the last time we communed together on my 20th birthday that we would not be able to speak for awhile. These last few months have been hard, especially the past two weeks.
Papa has been in Faerun on business. The New Council will be announced at a huge supernatural summit during Winter Solstice and all Supes are trying to reassert themselves to maintain their seat on the council.
Vlad has noticed a difference in me. I can tell that he is worried, but I promised him that everything would be fine and made him promise me that he wouldn't say anything to anyone. He only promised me after he had Dr. Ludwig look me over. Luckily, my mother had talked to her so she knew what was going on and told Vlad that I would be fine and that I need rest. She mentally told me that I would get weaker and weaker until all of my strength was gone. Freya had told Dr. Ludwig to inform me that it would make it harder and more painful if I fought death.
Today has been the worst. I have not been able to keep any food or blood down. I have drunk blood daily since I was 13 and went through Fae puberty. That was an interesting time in my life.
I went through my Fae transition on my thirteenth birthday. It wasn't painful at all, which surprised everyone. But I got really hungry and blood was all I wanted. My craving blood wasn't much of a surprise. I knew I would drink blood from my visions of myself. My family wasn't surprised because my father and grandmother were both blood drinkers. About 1/3rd of the Fae race are blood drinkers out of necessity. In battle, all Faeries will drink the blood of an opponent; it gives us power and helps us regain our energy.
Everything is getting cold. I think I can hear someone asking me something but I'm not sure. I have been hearing things all day, which is why I came to my room to be alone. It was the most beautiful, masculine voice I have ever heard. Papa and Vlad's voices have always been soothing to me, but this voice was different.
Now I hear Vlad yelling at someone, telling them to get here, now. I am sure he has called Papa. I wish I could have told them all about what is happening, but I couldn't. I know 'She' will come when I die and then tell Papa and Vlad what is happening and why it is happening.
Why does it hurt so much? Now I know why so many Gods want to kill themselves during the Transformation. I can see the darkness coming and I hear Mother calling me home. I didn't realize how much I have missed her voice this past year. But I know it isn't time yet. I saw this in one of my visions. I have to wait for Papa.
I hope he hurry's, I can feel myself drifting whether I want to or not. I didn't realize my eyelids had closed. When I open them I see Vlad with blood tears rolling down his face. I can only smile at him.
***So, any guesses as to the voice she has been hearing all day? Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster I will post the next chapter.