Chapter 4
Vlad's P.O.V.
I threw the door open and immediately regretted it when her seducing and bewitching aura hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my bloodthirsty nature rise from deep inside my body and I was soon enthralled by her blood's scent. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to gain control of my-self. It was just like any other blood form that I've resisted I told myself but I knew full well I was kidding my-self. Her blood was not in any way normal. There was another element in it. Something I've never experienced before and it was irresistible. It took all my will-power not to bite her and drain her dry but I had to help her. To stop the temptation, I stopped breathing, it had started getting uncomfortable anyway. It wasn't natural for us to breath but if didn't someone in school might notice. I never stopped when I got distracted with Dad and Bertrand.
Cautiously I kneeled next to her careful not to cut her anymore as the shards moved under my knees. "Erin?" I whispered lifting her into my arms. "Erin. It's me Vlad" Lightly I gave her a small shake trying to wake her but her head just lolled on my forearm as if shaking her head. When she stayed in her slumber I gently lifted her shirt slightly trying to see the extent of damage under it. I dropped it when I saw the hundreds of cuts and shards embedded in her flesh. I couldn't help her. I know wound care up until you hand over to a professional but only first aid really. Bertrand had taught me should I have to go to war as the Grand High Vampire and lead an army and first aid classes in school, nothing on this degree. I couldn't take her to Reinfield, then everyone would know she wasn't one of us and worse yet a… Never mind I need to get her to a breather hospital. Laying Erin down I walked up to the window and opened the curtains only to hastily close them again. I checked my watch and my brow furrowed in worry. It was still an hour or two till sun down. I can't take her until then. I could try to keep her alive until I can take her to a hospital but we can't stay here.
Erin's P.O.V.
Not him. He couldn't be here. He could never be deemed insane. He's too perfect. Too flawless. Too… Too Vlad.
Vlad. Vlad was here whispering my name. "Erin?" he had whispered "Erin it's me Vlad" I shook my head against his biceps as if he was holding me in his arms. I longed to open my eyes and see his face ask him if I'm ok. Hear him say it was all just a bad dream but I knew if I did I would just snap my eyes open to my cell and the feeling of him with me would vanish. So, I squeezed my eyes shut trying to resist him. Trying hone my yearning for his unblemished, pale skin positively radiant against his dark, brown hair. I did my best to choke back my hunger to feel his cold skin but not stone cold. As if he's just come in from a walk in the crisp autumn air. Doing all I could do to resist my longing to nuzzle into his neck and take in his captivating aura of night air and evergreen trees.
It was too much I had to see him, hear him, feel him near me. Slowly I opened my eyes and the grim stone walls had disappeared replaced with a wall plastered with random pictures and signs or skateboards nailed to the slanting roof part. Suddenly I realized where I was and the ache in my chest lifted letting me breath normally for what felt like hours. I gasped in surprise at how easily the air slid down my airway and into my lungs, diffusing into my bloodstream and racing through my blood as it traveled to my muscles through my veins and arteries. Pain shot through my entire being, making me gasp again when it knocked the wind out of me and from then on, my inhales were raspy and forced as if my own body was content on starving me of the very particles that kept me alive. I felt like I couldn't breath. It felt like every cell in my body was moving so fast that my mind couldn't keep up with my heart. Despite the constant metronome of my heartbeat in my ears it's like listening to a spastic drumline. It feels like bees in my ears, like a broken white noise machine in my ears playing all of the sounds at once. So distracting I almost don't notice that I'm gripping the sides of Vlad's coffin like it was the only thing stopping me from falling to my death or that I wasn't breathing normally in strangled gasps because it felt like something was crushing my airway closed. I wrapped my arms around my-self like I'm the only lifeline bridging the gap between reality on my own two feet and the atomically loud abyss of noises and sounds and feelings rushing through me. It felt like fire. Inexplicably hot and rash and frustrating. It feels like drowning but it feels like burning at the same time. I imagine my feet moving with trails of dust behind them like in cartoons because somehow it feels like I'm moving faster than the sixty seconds they've allowed in a minute all the while I'm just playing catch up on the stopwatch. It doesn't add up like in maths. I can't find the solution of the problem because there is no problem! There is no life or death situation. There's no rhyme or reason there is just feelings and I'm feeling all of them at once.
A/N Hi sorry about all the weird emails you've probably been getting. I accidentally deleted this fic when i was trying to delete another one which was one about Vlad and Erin having a baby which doubles as a Christmas special (now called Surprise news if you want to read it) anyway sorry i haven't been updating as regularly as usual I've been going to a lot of family events recently. I probably won't posting every day like i have been in the long run but i will try post as frequently as possible. Thanks for reading!