Chapter 20
"Mina!" Tom yells as he runs and trips through the deep snow until he comes to the outline of her dusty, frost covered body. He drops his rifle, causing it to sink into just an outline as he digs down his arms, picking her up, and lays her in his lap.
"What's all that for mate?" Mac asks as his companion sprinkles a powdery substance from a black pouch adorned with a symbol.
"A revival." He finishes his circle around the portrait and takes another hand full. He then throws it into the fire place causing the flames to burst out in a blue tone and curl back inwards as if it were alive and breathing.
"Well then," Mac says a little more unsettled, "I'm just going to go out for a while." Though the Irish man is unseen, the sound of his steps scurrying away shows his fear and tension about what was to come.
Tom wipes the snow off of her cold face to see her flesh a discolored gray, her veins popping out in dark blue. He gently opens her eye lids to see her blue eyes roll back into her head vibrating.
"What the hell is happening?" Tom asks himself trying to keep his cool as his mind goes through the many things she had told him about vampires and the many dangers of being one. The biggest one he recalls is a stake to the heart, but there is nothing big poking out of her chest. His hand wonders down to the center of her breast not feeling anything through her coat his fingers feel a whole. He quickly realised something would have had to punctured through to cause that.
After stripping himself from the waist up, he places a feathered necklace covered in beads over his head. He then takes a red grease pencil and draws the pattern on the pouch on to his hairy chest.
Ripping her blouse open Tom could see the blood from her chest wound with the feather tip of the small arrow barley pointing out. He tries pulling it out but only his thumb and index finger can grasp around it, he did not have enough strength to pull it out. Without a second thought he brings his mouth down to her chest and clamps the tip with his teeth and pulls.
He shakes the snake rattle in his hand as he mumbles an old forgotten language while circulating the portrait as the flames continue to breath in and out of the fire place, each pulsating movement shaping more and more into a human form screaming as the portrait began to fade away to a blank canvas.
His face turn bright red as saliva drips from his mouth, the arrow slowly came out of Mina's chest until the tip, which would not budge. Giving up on pulling with his teeth, he lets go and reaches for the knife conical in his right boot.
The flames takes one last breath and a whole human form immerges, screaming in agony from the fire and turning more into flesh and bone.
Tom digs the silver tip out of her heart and then tosses it away before taking the knife to his own wrist and holding it up to her slightly open mouth. "C'mon darling, take it!" He begs her limp body that does not reply to his request causing tears to build up in his eyes. His head drops on top of hers as he starts to sob. Right then a sharp pain goes through his arm.
"Welcome back to the living Mr. Gray." He says looking down at the limp body of the man once residing in the portrait, now on the floor with his cloths still smoldering.
Mina's eyes open back up blood red. She continues to take what her lover offers until she consciously realizes what she is doing and lets go of his arm, gasping in physical and emotional pain.