CHAPTER SIX

DUN DUN DUN. Half of you must be ready to hunt me down and put a gun to my head and force me to write… Hehe. I have been putting of f this chapter for a long time. I really had bad writers block, and was so busy over the top because of the fine wonders of high school, well, thank the lord that its almost done for the summer… sadly I might be in a college course for the summer… So I am not so sure how much time will be put into the story… I want to finish it, but it is going to be LONG LONG and LONGER. But still, I will continue to do my best for a 1000 word minimum for each new chapter. Rate after each new chapter is put up from six and on, and I will continue adding the chapters. No readers and raters will equal no new chapters :O. So do it.

Looking out of the door still after he had gone, knowing that I was left in an empty room; my heartbeat again had become erratic and sighing shakily, finally was able to turn away from the departure area of my father. The pain that I felt in my heart had to be the worst thing that I had to endure, it was ten times worse then the aches and pains that clutched by fragile body.

Oh, by gods name I wanted to scream out and let every single rejection go, to break down and cry and just give up and let go. Feeling like one of those useless empty vessels. The way people could treat other people could be positively destructive. My life had many things that had been negative. What a fool I was to think that Nile could be one of the few positives that I could have.

Already I felt lost without him by my side, my father made it fact that he was indeed real, but the fact was of course that someone so made to perfection would notice the insignificance of a simple girl like me and disappear. Perhaps now it was sooner than later, better than to wait and watch with a growing longing knowing nothing other than friendship ill earned would be there.

I never noticed the stinging in my wrist, it was sharp and the arm was starting to swell. In a hospital I had a broken my wrist, or fractured most likely. The heat that rose was harsh and cruel. In a stiff, agonizing motion I sat up again and felt shock in my body as I started walking. Apparently I had a broken leg, or a bruised one. The swelling on the right leg was gross; with black and blue marks all up it. But I walked on towards the bathroom once I took off all of my intervenes, not what most kids did when they landed in the hospital.

But I again, wasn't most kids, and not in a good way. Walking in a way that must have made me look like a zombie from a bad horror movie, making my way over towards the bathroom, reaching the door and entering. Seeing my face slightly swollen black and blue. I was having immense issues with breathing. Pains rocketed threw my beaten chest that rose and fell in labor. Okay, so this was a stupid idea. What's new?

The left hand snaked out bruised by still flexible and rather fine, and turned on the sink, cold water fell onto my throbbing hand, dulling the fire that was burning so horridly in my hand. The raspy breath that scraped dryly down my parched throat was dreadful, feeling thirsty as hell, lowering my lips to the flow of water, not so great tasting metallic water, but water none the less.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, but it soon had be coughing harshly, and blood being thrown up into the sink, struggling so feverishly to keep breathing, to keep air getting into me tired lounges. Feeling disgusting, with a hand and entire body throbbing beyond comprehension. The burning in my hand had seemed to crawl all over my body. My god! The pure agony of it all. It spread into the struggling lounges, heaving and hacking shook my entire body, each injury blazed to live, heat stealing over my entire body recklessly.

In between each hacking cough I managed I gasped and attempted to regain control of myself, once the feverish fit of coughing and throwing up I found myself on the floor of the bathroom, face pressed in the pooling blood that started to harden, the floor was welcomingly cool to the touch…

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Returning finally after eons of waiting, to the room of the bizarre but wonderful Angelique Oleander I had the first shock of true panic that I had experienced in countless amounts of years. Horror and dread instantly played over my features, I knew it. But there was an empty bed.

My god, how could I leave her like that, a fool would only do that. I was a fucking fool, that sonva motherless whoring bitch must have come in here and taken her, and it was the most disgusting feeling that entered my gut as I saw the crimson fluid start to slowly crawl like millions of shiny red spiders from under the bathroom door.

Rooted to the spot I was standing with the pure dread knowing she could very well be dead, so many thoughts and fears raced threw my body I couldn't listen for her, as if fear held me back from confirming my fears, or proving them wrong, losing the one I wanted to protect while I should have been at her side was killing me.

Noticing the shaking that took my body, in rage and agony that tore fresh into my soul. Never, not even when once upon a time I had been normal, had those human feelings been so agonizingly strong. All I could here was my head spinning. No heart, no breathing. Then the reality that I could be killing her now hit me like a semi truck going two hundred miles an hour. Road killed. Moving swiftly I grasped the door in fear, without thinking about my secrets, and ripped the door with no hesitation or effort off its hinges and tossing it nearly out the room with the lightest movement of my hands.

In blood, with blood trailing from her beautiful mouth, lay Angelique, dead eyes gazing up at me, nothing seemed to be left in them. I had killed her by being to slow… I…

She lifted her eyes and met mine, mouth opening and closing useless, eyes full of pain and the sorrow of what she bore by herself. Rushing to her side and gently lifting her into my arms, she gasped in obvious pain, and then a hot feeling of pain screamed threw my body as her mouth opened, and slammed shut on my arm, the most vicious sucking sound came, and to shocked but to stair, she had no vampire blood in her… yet somehow she was suckling me like a vampire…

Feeling weak in moments before I nearly slid down to my knees, her mouth dropped with her head, her eyes had closed as if it was simply an animal instinct. Something was special about this child of a girl. Abused and hated, she was different, but now I knew it was in a way that even I, a vampire, couldn't understand. She didn't have any traits of a vampire, she didn't have the smell, the strength… She was fragile, breakable, but yet she seemed strengthened by her feast. I had to work fast. Cleaning her up and the room, of course remembering to replace the door as well. She was fine. Breathing again, still human as human gets… Accept she was much, much better, her broken arm and leg mended, her lounges now fine, breathing easily…

It was impossible, yet here she was. Living breathing proof of something… Something strange and bizarre, something that couldn't save her.

She feasted off my blood. That hit me like a ton of bricks. My steel strong skin, impossible as well, slid threw like it was butter. My eyes leered over the wound that was closing very slowly. The room looked normal, she did, my arm the only thing that proved what happened had in fact happened. But she drank my blood. If she was ever bitten by one of my kind now, no matter what, drained dry, or simply nibbled, she would be a vampire. She had my blood…

Disgust filled my, I had spoiled her and most likely saved her life at the same time. How could I stay close to her without hurting her? But somehow I knew that leaving could be just as bad and agonizing for her, if not worse.

So much I had to solve, but for now… I was not going to leave her side.