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I think I just ran over a...vampire?(21) Making You Mine |
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Yeah I’m gonna be starting you guys off with a continuation of the battle at the castle...
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Cian dropped the bloody heart of the vampire he had just torn it out of. His eyes scanned the room. Where the hell was the king?
A few of the braver vampires had stayed to try and finish the fight. Foolish in his opinion. They hadn’t stood a chance in hell against his pack. The other lycans were now slowly gathering where Cian stood.
He glanced around at them and noticed a few missing from their ranks.
“Sh*t,” he whispered. It was a few more than he had expected. Had the vamps really recovered that fast? Who was helping them? The wounds his pack had dealt them should have kept them out of commission for at least a month, if not more. He looked around at his comrades and smiled, albeit weakly.
“Another victory that has made the vampires fear us!” he shouted. His followers howled in triumph, all of their eyes shining silver.
Cian saw something out of the corner of his eyes. He turned and noticed the missing lycans.
So we didn’t do as bad as I thought, he mused, smiling whole-heartedly. But that smile faltered as he saw what they were carrying.
An unconscious Ava.
I looked down at Nate with wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” I breathed. He chuckled a little and the cold breath raised the gooseflesh on my neck. He pulled back slightly.
“Making you mine.” He smiled triumphantly.
Forget that...
Nate chuckled again, “Do you remember how I set you up for communication when we sent you to the werewolf’s den?” I nodded. “Do you know what that meant?” I cocked my head to the side,
“What are you talking about?”
Nate full out laughed at this point. “You mean your precious werewolf didn’t tell you?” he sneered. I resisted the urge to spit on his face at this point. There wasn’t anything to gain from making him angrier. Escpecially since his face was so close to the place where my life's blood was flowing.
“What does it mean?” I asked quietly.
“Well...it’s the first mark of a human servant.” I looked as close to his eyes as I dared, unbelieving.
“What?” I breathed. I didn’t even see him move, the next thing I knew he had his hand at the back of my head and my face was mere inches from his. Our lips touched slightly as he spoke.
“It means that I am a part of you and you are a part of me. There are only three more types of bites for you to receive before you become a full fledged servant. And that means...immortality.” His breath tickled my lips as he whispered the last word.
I tried to pull back, to get away from him. I didn’t want to be that close. And not for the reasons I thought of at the moment.
“Ava? Ava, can you hear me? Move or something...” Cian’s voice pleaded. Ava’s eyelids moved slightly and she mumbled,
“Stupid fanged freak, leave her alone...”
Cian could feel the blood drain from his face. Did she say what he thought she said? “Ava. Please. You have to wake up. Tell me what happened.” He tried to shake her a little and lightly tapped the side of her face.
He could feel the concerned stares of his followers, they all knew what Ava had said, but Cian wanted to make sure that it wasn’t just a dream Ava was having. Even though the feeling in his gut was telling him differently...
Ava’s eyes shot open and she sat up quickly, eyes glowing pure silver and screamed,
“PUT HER DOWN!” She blinked a few times before she looked around at the shocked faces of her brethren.
“Ava?” Cian tried again. She turned to him. He inhaled sharply.
Her eyes held so much pain and tears, they were threatening to overflow. She took a shaky breath and began to ramble,
“I’m so sorry Cian. That stupid king took Winry and kicked me in the stomach, I wasn’t strong enough. I was stupid and careless and–” Cian waved her comment off with his hand and closed his eyes for a moment.
“Alright.” His followers looked up at him as he stood up, “We better get started on locating their lair, so that we can save the woman I love and kill the b*****d that took her.” His men looked at him for a minute, digesting the confession of love that their leader had just admitted. Not everyday you hear your king confess his love to a mortal girl...
“Well, sh*t Cian. If you put it that way...” the teenage lycan spoke up. Cian smiled, turned on his heel, and walked towards the front door of the castle.
He was going to find her. Even if he had to tear apart the whole f*cking world...he would hold her in his arms again...
 VicinityObscenity · Tue Mar 18, 2008 @ 04:43am · 0 Comments |
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