Parton had gotten up shakily after a bit of Blade explaining what he had done. It had felt like fire, no acid, pure acid had been running through her body. That tore away at her insides and destroying everything that seemingly kept her alive.
She coughed and spat up blood that was from her own body. She had bitten her tongue hard. It now felt red and raw and in excruciating pain. Every fiber in her being now hated, no, loathed this wretched, bastard. He had put her through so much damn pain, she had passed out.
She wanted slap him for what he did. Make him feel some sort of physical pain, just so she could have the satisfaction of at least hurting him. Her mind was focused on ripping his insides out and feeding them to effing, hell originated bloodsuckers.
Damn, she was furious. He had embarrassed her. To make her feel even weaker than she had been, and she wanted pure and utter revenge. Something that would even make Satan cringe in his home of Hell was what she wanted to do to this man.
Parton glanced up at Blade and smiled innocently and tiredly. She was a good actress. She was so good; that she could make herself look like a lost princess or pleading beggar if she wanted to.
"Blade, do you want me to show you how fast I can run?" she said, rubbing her wrists and the tiny scars on them.
He nodded quietly and looked at Parton with a raised eyebrow suspicious. She laughed and spoke, "I'm not going to run away smart one, and I need your help. So I'm definitely won't be leaving"
Parton quickly stood and bolted to her left so fast she was a blur and then bounced off the left wall somersaulting gracefully in the air. She landed on her feet on the coffee table between her and Blade and sat on it, and all that had happened in less than 5 seconds.
"How's that?"
He nodded not answering.
"You know the vampires call me Daywalker's little sister right?" Parton was using her normal 12-year-old acting to get her through this, and she needed a plan of revenge fast.
"That's news," Blade said tracing one of his silver stakes and looking down. This wasn't the first time the vampires had said something about him having a pale sister, but he didn't want her to know that.
"Oh, you didn't, well, they've been calling me that for awhile now, and it is truly annoying, even though I can walk in the sun. It's quiet nice actually, and I love the feeling of warmth of my skin," Parton grinning at the thought. It was a pretty nice thought. The way her skinned seemed to like to glow fascinated her and her eyes were like bits of the sky. They sometimes if the sun hit them just right had little flecks of gold in them would appear. Her frowned and erased the thought from her mind.
Her mind was still on plotting mode, and she didn't want it disturbed. She smiled mentally as she came up with something. Her mind was set on cold-blooded revenge, especially since Blade had killed her own sister.
