Hellooo, just wanted to say I kind of like this chapter. With this story I'm having problems witht he pace and transitions so if you would be so kind as to put up with those that would be great :) I know where I want to go with this story so just put up with a few things and it'll hopefully pay off in the end.
Everything hurt. Everything hurt really badly. She couldn't feel her legs or arms. She had lost a lot of blood. How long had she been sitting here? Far too long. If someone didn't find her soon she was going to die. It's funny though, everytime she started to lose hope, all she could think was "Zelman will save me." Here she was talking about how independent she wanted to be but in the end she was still relying on him to swoop in and save the day.
Damn, it's getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. This wasn't looking good for her. She didn't even remember how she got here, to be honest. She just remembered waking up to a pain akin to being burned alive. She didn't know what was causing it or it got there but she couldn't even get her voice to function properly. She woke up here, under the bridge.
She sucked in a large breath and tried to push it out of her lungs as hard as she could in hope of making a sound. Unfortunately she couldn't. It only came out as a raspy noise, and hope was fading fast. What was she going to do? Could she do anything? The only thing she could think of doing right now was waiting for someone, and if they didn't get there in time, then...
Her thoughts were getting fuzzier and fuzzier as she looked at the bottom of the bridge. By now the edges of her vision were blurring and all she could see were a few bricks. She couldn't stay like this much longer. She was out of time. She was willing to try one more time. One more try and maybe someone would hear her and help her.
With much effort she finally got out noise. Not a lot, but it was noise. Then she heard it. There were footsteps, and she had some hope. It gave her just enough to get her adrenaline pumping, and she made noise again. Anything would help, right?
"Help," she croaked. The footsteps continued. "Help," she said just a bit louder. The footsteps stopped. "Help!"
The footsteps were getting closer just as her vision was finally leaving her. She was praying that it wasn't too late. The footsteps were next to her now, and she saw a flash of red before everything went black.
.
He was hating this. Everything about this was terrible and to make things worse the sun was out and it was irritating him. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't smell her, she wasn't answering her phone, and she wasn't exactly making herself known. This was so annoying. He had already looked around most of the special zone for any sign of the blonde girl. He really needed to find her.
How he found her was a mystery to him, but he heard a sound. It was a terrible sound that made him want to hurt something or someone. He ground his teeth and followed the noise, knowing it would lead him straight to her. It made him laugh that this was the same sound that helped him find her all thos years ago when she was only seven years old. It was the sound of her crying.
He followed the noise over a bridge. Then it stopped. He didn't know where to go from there. He was hopeless at this point, until he heard a raspy sound similar to that of a dying animal. He paused and listened again.
"Help!" He found her. He ran to the edge and jumped over the end of the bridge onto the bank of the water. What he saw made him feel a couple different things. The first thing he felt was relief that she was there. The second thing he felt was fear. She was bleeding so badly that he was positive she was hanging on to life by the skin of her teeth.
Next he felt was anger, but that was only fleeting as he felt an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time. He was sad. He felt like crying with both relief and pure grief. He prayed to anyone that was listening that she would be alive and breathing and that she would be okay. When he was at her side he saw her chest rise and fall in a sporatic pattern. He picked her up, and carefully began running to the hospital with her in his arms.
Once he got there, many people rushed into action upon seeing the bleeding girl. Blood had soaked her clothes and his as well, making a gruesome brought a stretcher and he placed her on it, letting them take her away. He didn't follow, mostly because he didn't want to see the extent of her injuries. He wanted to be close by though, just in case.
He sat in a chair and put his face in his hands. He had to wonder something. What if nothing the doctors did could save her? What if she was on the brink of death and the only thing that could possibly save her was his blood? Would he be willing to pass his blood line onto her? Could he? He thought about it. He thought of a nurse saying there's nothing more they can do. His immediate reaction would be to go to her.
He couldn't see what he would do past that. He couldn't tell what he would do if he were to come face to face with her dying body. Would she want to be changed and given a second chance at life? She never resented vampires, but she never really acknowledged them. To her they were the same. At least, that what he assumed she thought. They just never spoke of it. It was something that was always there but never talked about. Now he was wishing they had.
"Lord Zelman?" Zelman looked up to see a petite woman in a nurses outfit. He gave her a glance, and motioned for her to go on. "Would you like to see her now?" He flew out of his seat, and the nurse took that as a yes. She led him quickly down the hallways and opened a door, letting him enter.
She had many tubes sticking out of her body. One of which was pumping blood into her system to make up for what she lost. She had bruises and cute everywhere, and where there weren't bruises and cuts, there were bandages. She looked like absolute hell.
"Your lucky. You brought her in just in time. Had she lost even an ounce more she would have died." He nodded. "There is also something I wanted you to see. I don't know if it means anything, though. The woman walked over to the sleeping girl and pull the blankets down, showing a bandaged chest and a bare stomach. There were no cute or bruises anywhere on her stomach, but there was a mark. It was a strange tattoo that looked like something he had seen before, but he couldn't remember where.
"This isn't new," the nurse continued. "It had to have been there for years. It almost looked like a birthmark. Either way, whoever did this to her took care not to damage this mark."
It was a light brown color, just slightly darker than her skin tone but still noticable, and rested on the skin right above her belly button. He had never seen it before but he had also seen her stomach before so that might have something to do with it. He couldn't take his eyes off of the mark, wondering where he had seen it before but deciding it was something worth figuring out another time.
"Will she be ok?" The nurse pulled the blanket back up and looked at him. She was an older woman, probably in her forties. She took good care of herself, and had obviously dealt with vampire many times before, because she talked to him like she would any other person, human or otherwise.
"Yes, she'll be fine. Like I said she was lucky. We'll obviously have to keep her here for a while, and she probably won't wake up any time soon." Zelman nodded his head, still looking at Alexandra, seeing the marks that were still adorning her neck like a banner, saying to the wworld that she belonged to him.
"Forgive me for being so forward, but is she your lover?" He glanced at the nurse, who had been smart enough to take a step away before asking the question. No one had the guts to ask what she meant to him, not even himself. All he knew was that she was his, and that's all he needed to know.
But maybe she didn't see it that way. She said it when she was younger, too. She said she was nothing more than his possesion, and that it hurt her. Maybe he should take the time to assess what she was to him? That would probably make her happy, and get rid of that nagging feeling that refused to leave him alone.
"To be honest I couldn't tell you what she was even if I tried." The nurse didn't say anything, letting the subject drop, and he was glad she did. She knew her place, and he respected her for that.
He decided it was best to go home, and wait for the hospital to let him know when she was awake. He didn't want to stay in the hospital for too long and he needed some time to think. Before she came along he never had to think this much. Everything was just simple and he didn't have to do much with his life. It wasn't complicated.
Now she was making him feel things he hadn't felt in centuries and making him think that being alone wasn't such a good thing after all. Now he was possesive of something that wasn't actually an item. He didn't understand any of it but it was all starting to get clearer and clearer, but that didn't mean he was fond of it. If he hadn't met her everything would have been easier, but it also would have been far less amusing.
He fell asleep that night thinking of these things. He didn't dream, but when he woke up he had a moment of clarity. He remembered something from a long time ago. Or rather, a person from a long time ago, telling him about a bloodline in humans that could grant vampires and humans enormous amounts of powers, and all it took was two sacrifices. The one of a person from a bloodline, and another from a vampire.
The reason he was being told about this was because there was a large number of people trying to get ahold of humans of this bloodline, trying to become a god or something of equal power. The people of this bloodline were thought to have become extinct in the sixteenth century, but apparently not. Instead they were continuing on in secret from the looks of it. Or maybe the knowledge of their bloodline was lost after a few generations.
He jolted out of bed, remembering this and remembering what she had told him a long time ago about her parents.
"They kept talking all about how they were special or something. They once said that one day they were going to be big and powerful, but they never exlained how."
That would explain why they wanted to stay in the city during the crusade. They wanted to find a vampire to sacrifice, but when they realized they were in way over their heads, they attempted to flee and wait for another opportunity. He had to wonder how they got ahold of Alexandra, though. She obviously wasn't native to Hong Kong, and they obviously weren't their biological parents. How had they come across her?
As he thought of all this he began pacing his room, thinking of all the possibilites. Maybe that was why she had been kidnapped as well. Someone knew of her bloodline and was trying touse it to their advantage, but why had they left her alive? If they needed a sacrifice she should be.. He wasn't going to think about it. Maybe there was more to this ritual than just sacrificing. Maybe that's why they stayed away from her mark. Or maybe they couldn't hurt her mark? Maybe it just healed faster than the rest of her body could. Either way, her blood line and that mark had something to do with this.
There was a knock on the door and he opened it. Sayuka stood there, looking a bit tired. It was nearing midnight, and she was probably exhausted.
"Lord Zelman, the hospital called and said Alexandra woke up. You can go visit her tomorrow between 8am and 10pm tomorrow. He nodded, and gave her a small smirk.
"Go to bed, Sayuka. You've had a long day." She needed and left him to go to her own room, the whole way he was watching her. She really was a good girl, so pure and innocent, and so addicted to his touch. Maybe he would reward her for her efforts sometime tomorrow before he went to go see Alexandra. Then again, maybe not. He would have to wait and see how he felt when the time came.
Other than Alexandra, Sayuka was the only other person he would trust with his bloodline if the time ever came. She was loyal and dependable. It wouldn't be too bad, no matter which he picked, but he would deal with that when the time came. For now he needed to rest so that he could go check on Alexandra tomorrow.