The speed of his lunge was unlike anything she had endured before, the pressure of his weight slamming against her, toppling her backward, and she braced for the tear of flesh, for the bite of fangs, the indescribable sound of blood flowing from her wounds into his mouth—there was nothing. His hands near tore the offensive object from the floor between them, tossing it with enough force to cut into the concrete walling nearest the bed. And when his grip caught her blood drenched hand, it was tight, whitening her fingers, even as the blood marred his pristine gloves. Widened eyes sought his out, horror christening her features as she drew in a shaken breath. He was worse than before. She had only served to INTENSIFY his suffering; he would deny her still.
“But why, why are you—of all things—why do you have to do T H I S?” It felt selfish to ask him to take her blood somehow, even knowing nothing of his incomplete transformation; it was selfishness, a desire to tether him to her once again, allow them to live beside each other once more, that had given her the strength to slit her own palm. Tears welled in her eyes, as she gripped his gloved hands, sitting up, knees finding the droplets of blood on the floor and smearing them into the fabric of her dress. “Mika.. why can’t you just stay as you are, why can’t you just do this?”
The gloves fell away as he stripped the sleeve of his uniform, of the beautiful uniform that fit him so well, wrapping it around her dirty, bloodied hand. She clutched it to her chest, tears rolling once more down her paled cheeks, as she stood, shoulders trembling, breaths hitching. “I-I don’t.. I just.. Mika, please.” The bed was too far from him, so far that she couldn’t touch him. After all this time, was she supposed to stay silent, stay still and witness whatever horrors he endured? Was this divine punishment? Her white knuckle grip clutched her wounded hand; her face flushed with shame. “A demon, you.. what does that even mean? Will you be yourself, or will you die? What will happen, if I just let you do this?”
“Don’t, don’t make me an accomplice in killing you!” The first time her heart had broken was the day her father left, no note, no words, as if he had gone for groceries one day and never returned. The second was when her mother hired on a caretaker, the day their relationship ended; the small death of her mother. The third, when she saw one the news, her best friend’s parents’ car collided into another going an irresponsible speed; there was no sign of the son. Again, she felt her heart break when her mother’s hand went cold, blood a flower bloomed across her chest, soaking her favorite gown; when the world ended. And now, when she thought she had found a sliver of hope again, a shimmer of what had been a happiness in her life ( her father who had made her smile had left, her mother who had been her only relative had died; but her best friend had survived, had returned to her, and now.. ), he was going to abandon her.
Was this the only way to show her love: watching him die?
"Listen.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry..” There was really no argument to him. He wasn’t going to hurt her. He’s hurt too many and Mikaela would be damn sure that this fragile flower that Elise is. Not even the most evil and malicious being could take that from her and he would bring hell to whoever dared try to change that or manipulate her. ”I won’t be myself. I’m hardly myself right now. When I turn, I will have horns and I will be taken away to be turned into a cursed weapon that will be given to a human to fight against a vampire. That’s if someone is strong enough to become my master.”
Once the clothe was tied around the paled and bloodied palm of his friend, the blond turned and took his original spot again. He could smell the stained blood on his hands but he refrained from licking them. The second he does, he would be a full vampire. He’d rather grow the horns and be done with it all but only time knew when that would be. “I’m going to turn into a demon whether I drink your blood or not.. The only difference will be is that I would’ve killed you.. I would need more than just your blood to be quenched.” Was this even going to change her mind? “They brought you were because this was the easiest way. If it was some other kid I didn’t know, I might’ve already drank from him unless he kept his distance..” Please let this get through to her.. “Please don’t let me kill you.. I’m already dead.. Just let me go..”
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