Chapter Fourteen! Not a very good one, I'm afraid. I've been struggling a bit with the storyline, so please forgive the terribleness of the next few chapters...

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'Don't Push Me'

(Myrnin's POV)

I struggled to wakefulness slowly, and immediately started to panic.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

I rolled over and hit the floor with a crash.

"Bollocks!" I shouted in a very uncouth way. Forgetting the situation I was in, I tried to flip myself upright again, to no avail. All I succeeded in doing was cracking my back most unpleasantly.

I lay with my face pressed into the floor, breathing hard. My chest was constricted, arms wrapped around it in an unbreakable vice. Only my legs thrashed wildly as I tried to free myself. I felt fear rise in my throat as I struggled, remembering the terrible months I had spent imprisoned like this in earlier times.

I taken back to those dark days as the door opened and a figure entered. I instinctively curled up in a ball, whimpering and begging like the lunatic I truly am.

"Myrnin." A soft voice said. A slender hand reached out to touch my face and I cringed away. It got me anyway, and my chin was forced up to look into the eyes of...Amelie?

"Amelie?" I whispered, my voice thick with fear. "What are you doing here? You have to get out!" I hissed. Her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Myrnin. You are here in Morganville. This is the twenty-first century. You are nowhere else." She said clearly.

I looked around for a moment, confused. Slowly, I recognised the room I was laying on the floor of. And the person who had put me there.

I snarled viciously and rolled away from her. Somewhere amongst my mad writhing I managed to climb to my feet, staggering like a drunkard without my arms free to balance me out.

Amelie stood slowly, observing me with sad eyes.

Angered, I desperately tried to tear at the reinforced cloth that formed my confinement, but it would not break.

"Why?" I shouted. "Why have you done this to me?"Another animal snarl ripped from my throat and I resumed my mad thrashing.

I was unable to handle the sense of helplessness and claustrophobia that overcame me whilst wearing one of these monstrosities. Amelie has sunk lower than I would have ever thought she was capable of in her efforts to control me and maintain my sanity. She should have known this would be what pushed me over the edge.

Clearly I was not reacting in the way she had anticipated. Or so I gathered from the expression on her face.

"It was entirely necessary, and the only means I could think of , short of silver chains, to prevent you from hurting yourself." She said, remaining calm. My anger levels rose to break point.

"Bitch, you think I am to be grateful you did not use silver chains?" I screamed, and spat at her.

Amelie's eyes narrowed and she came towards me in fury, eyes blazing red. Her fangs were fully extended, and to anyone else, she would have been a terrifying sight. However, I was too far gone to even register the threat. I laughed a little maniacally as she grabbed my hair and wrenched my head painfully to the side. Her fangs touched my neck and she held me there for a few seconds, proving her superiority.

I laughed again, mockingly.

"Oh yes, Amelie. I am indeed helpless to defend myself against your almighty power." I hissed. "You must be proud of yourself, able to overcome me when I am wearing a fucking straight jacket!" I screamed the last words at her, then surprised her by biting down on her shoulder.

She screeched in pain and anger, and attempted to rip me off. I just bit harder, causing as much damage as I could in the short amount of time I had.

I was actually surprised she hadn't killed me yet. In fact, Amelie's attempts to throw me off were becoming steadily weaker. I faltered in my attack and realised too late that she had been faking. In one fluid motion she brought a hand up and backhanded me across the room. I hit the wall with a sickening crunch and crumpled to the floor.

"How dare you." Amelie said in a coldly furious voice. I just lay there, assessing my injuries. One of my legs was broken, shoulder dislocated. My skull was probably fractured, and it was bleeding profusely. Both my own and Amelie's blood dripped from my mouth.

I laughed hysterically. Better to have her think I am insane after all.

"I think you broke my leg." I wheezed. "No matter. It will heal. My mind, however..." I rambled on, breathing rapidly. My chest felt as though it would explode, and I could feel another panic attack hitting me. I tried to suppress my hyperventilation, but the edges of my vision had begun to go grey again.

Amelie drew her hand away from her shoulder. It was already healed, skin perfectly smooth again.

I felt another bubble of hysterical laughter escape my lips. It left me panting and I fell silent. Amelie crossed the room in a blur and grabbed my dislocated shoulder. I screamed in agony as she wrenched it out of its socket and popped it back into place. Then she hauled me into a sitting position and dragged me none too gently to the bed I had earlier fallen out of.

"I should kill you for what you just did." She murmured softly. I said nothing, not trusting myself to speak without giving myself away. "However, I suspect that is what you were foolishly counting on, Myrnin."

Drat, am I that obvious?

She sighed lightly, and continued.

"So I will let your utter stupidity pass this once. I will not grant you your own death, Myrnin."

I snapped.

"Why! Why not?" I screamed at her in desperation. I just wanted to die, if it meant never having to feel any cursed emotion again. My feelings were literally tearing me apart from the inside. "What could I have possibly done to deserve such an existence?" Other than being a damned-for-all-eternity vampire and having killed a fair few innocent people.

"The dice are not always rolled fairly, Myrnin." Amelie whispered, her expression softening somewhat.

Frustrated tears slid down my cheek as I felt another stab in the side of my neck.

This time, the dose was so strong that I didn't have time to say anything other than (rather stupidly)

"Ow."

Ok, yeah, I KNOW it was bad, but hey, I promise that it will get better! Please R+R, otherwise I will be all depressed for my birthday. :) xxx