Mia
I got up as quick as I could. I was still wearing my black jeans, strap top and trainers. He was much taller than me. The choker and chain around my neck was very heavy, especially standing up. I faced him, square on
“You are not my father, You are nothing to do with me!” I spat into his face.
He went to walk round me to try to grab me from the back. I kept backing away, until the chain pulled tight. The choker round my neck was like a noose, the harder I pulled against it, the tighter it got.
I finally turned round and started to pull as hard as I could. I’d rather be dead than stuck hear with him. I felt his hands on me, trying to pull me back, to make me stop, but I pulled even harder.
I was crying that much that I could feel the remainder of my makeup running down my face. I was slowly loosing consciousness. I kept pulling and would keep on pulling until I died. The blood was roaring in my ears, but I could still heat Alejandro calling for others to come and help him.
I felt more arms on me now. I couldn't see, because at some point I had closed my eyes. I heard a sharp crack of chains breaking and I suddenly slumped against the arms that were holding me. Someone must have broken the chains.
I was lying in someone's arms breathing very heavily. I could hear the blood pumping in my ears, as though it was fighting to get out.
Someone was moving my neck and hair. I felt liquid slide along my chest. I must have slit my neck on the choker. My eyes were still closed, but I’d closed them that tight, that I was seeing white fireworks, dancing in front of me.
“Mia?” Alejandro’s voice. He sounded out of breath and quite shook.
“Mia, say something”. He said.
Some one put something against my neck to stop the bleeding. It would heal in about two days and probably not even leave a scar. I didn’t care.
Someone was kneeling in front of me, and two people were slowly pulling me up into a sort of sitting position. Alejandro was the one kneeling in front of me. My neck was really starting to hurt. I just wasn’t up to any thing now. He started to shake his head.
“I’ve left this to late. I know now, but I will make this right and I will prove to you that I am your father“ He said to me
To someone else he said
“Hold her still, but don’t hurt her”.
I really didn’t like the sound of this. The two men pulled my arms and held me immobile. It didn’t take much because one I’d run out of energy and two I was only a tiny thing.
“This will prove that I am your father, Mia” He said, and with it he darted for my neck.
I screamed “NO!”, but then he bit my neck and started to suck, drawing out the blood.
The pain immediately toured through my body like a disease. I felt like the whole inside of my body was on fire. I realized something then, he hadn’t pulled me under. Thats another reason it was hurting so much, but even people who weren’t put under felt less pain than this.
I screamed as fast and hard and as loud as I could. I tried to struggle, but I couldn’t move. I was so weak and loosing the blood was making me weaker.
I knew one thing though. This meant he wasn’t my father. He drew back. The blood didn't stop though, it poured out of the bite. I was loosing consciousness. It was too soon after nearly choking.
Grey spots were dancing in front of my tired eyes. I went limp in the arms of my captors and felt nothing but hate towards him for this. I didn’t even have the energy to mock him.
“Sleep, Mia, and we will see tomorrow. You will feel like this after your first time of being bitten”. He said. He smirked. “Bring her and put her in a more comfortable room”.
I was going to be sick. When they let me go I fell forward and threw up more blood. How much blood did I want to loose in one day? better not ask. The spots were back again and there was more than ever. I just let the unconsciousness take over and take me away. Maybe when I woke up, thats IF I woke up, things would be better...
Chapter 9
Anita
I could hardly breath. I was fighting to get the air out of my body and moving about so much, that if Jean-Claude’s bed had been any smaller, with amount of writhing I’d done, I’d be on the floor by now. I was in Jean-Claude’s bed room.
The Solitude hadn’t taken affect straight away. We’d thought that Alejandro had been lying. I went to bed, but Asher wasn’t satisfied that nothing would happen. He’d made someone stay in the room with me. Lucky he had.
I’d blocked Jean-Claude from feeling anything. He was in prison. He didn’t need to be bleeding every where. I hoped it had worked.
I ’d started to bleed from my eyes, nose mouth and ears at first. I’d had a very urgent wake-up from Stephan. Asher had run a hot bath and put me in it. How that was supposed to help, I didn’t know, but from the way Asher was acting when I was in it, it hadn’t helped at all. He just couldn’t understand why the drug had taken affect this quickly and this strongly.
Then it hit us. I’d felt Mia wake up. I’d felt her pain and her fright. She was so scared. But then anger had hit her. Not too long after I’d felt her anger, an almighty wave of pain had hit me. I’d been like this for twenty minutes and the pain made no sign that it was going to fade, the blood flow made no sign that it was going to recede. Asher thinks that Alejandro had bitten Mia. I hoped to God not because she was Jean-Claude’s daughter.
If he kept on biting her, she would die. I don’t mean becoming a vampire type of dead, I meant becoming a six foot under type of dead. I think that she might take me with her, too.
Asher had phoned the police station to see what was happening. They were showing no signs of letting him go. After 24 hours of holding him.
His lawyer had come round to see me at Jean-Claude’s request. Mac, his lawyer, was a fantastic. If I didn’t have Catherine, I’d use him too. Jean-Claude was being kept because they wanted to go through the teachers statements again. He had to stay until later tonight.
Great. Just what I needed. It was three in the after noon. I’d bee lucky if I lasted until 4 this afternoon, never mind four in the morning
I’d finally found a comfortable position and I was keeping it. I’d stopped bleeding, which was the good thing. The bad thing was I knew what was coming next. I felt the bed move, I turned a little, then Asher’s face appeared above mine. He was smiling. He was hiding behind a false smile. I didn’t smile back.
I had nothing to smile about. I rolled back into my comfortable position and felt tears well up in my eyes. I was so alone. If Jean-Claude didn’t get back hear soon, I’d probably die, taking him with me, then there would be know one to get Mia.
I then felt a sharp stab of pain. My left arm went into convulsions. I felt liquid, hot and thick slide down my arm. Asher moved to see it. I looked up and found a gapping gash in my arm, starting from my shoulder and running all the way down to my forearm. I heard Asher whisper
“So it has begun” before he shouted
“Jason, Stephan, Lillian, get in hear now!”
My chest, I could feel blood running down my chest. My heart started to beat faster and faster. My most recent wounds were opening one by one. The next would be my back. Why can’t I think positively? I was about to roll on to my back when Asher stopped me with a cool hand on my side.
“Anita, your back. What happened?” He asked. I felt it then. Blood, and lots of it dripping down my back. It was numb. I had pins and needles all over my body. My breath was coming in sharp painful gulps of air. I couldn't seem to get enough.
“I did it.... in ...New.... Mexico” I told him, between the gasps of pain.
I cold feel hands on me. People were holding things to my wounds, trying to comfort me. It wasn’t working. The a violent shudder hit me. One pain bleed into another. Every where I moved I was in pain. My arms, legs, back, chest, stomach. This will teach me to be more careful, or I would die and therefore, it wouldn‘t.
“Anita, stop moving, your making the pain worse!” Someone shouted into my face, or that was how close I thought they were. I couldn’t make out who they were because my vision had started to go now.
I felt my neck aching, on both sides. Only three vampire’s had ever bitten me on my neck. Nicolas, Serephina and Jean-Claude. Serephina had wanted to make me a vampire. I’d escaped and I killed her, though not personally. Same for Nicolas, though I had killed her. Jean-Claude had bitten me on the same side as the others.
“Anita, how many vampires have bitten you on your neck?” Someone asked me. I think that it was Lillian. I answered her as best I could.
“Three, but they.... all bit..... me on the.....same side, my...left” I told her.
“Are you completely sure?”
“YES” I screamed as another wave of pain went over me. That was it. It was like the whole of my body itched and I couldn’t scratch it without moving, but the moving hurt.
Someone pulled me into their lap. Probably to keep me still. I looked up to find it was Asher. He looked so worried, more worried than I’d ever seen him.
“I think I know why her neck is bleeding so badly” He said. I hadn’t realised that It was bleeding badly. I think I’d lost that much blood, I’d gone completely numb. Lillian was attaching something to me. I had no clue as to what it was but it hurt like hell when she put it on me. I screamed again.
“Well? Why is she bleeding like this. She loosing more blood than I can put back in her. I thought human servants were supposed to be good at healing things?” She shouted.
I started to writhing again. I was loosing my vision very badly now, my hearing was going with it, too.
“Mia has been bitten. Is that right, Anita?” He asked, looking down at me.
“Yes” I said silently. I was very tired and sleeping seemed like the best thing for it. I would have liked nothing more than to fall asleep right now but no one would let me.
“No no, Anita, you can’t fall asleep. Just try to stay awake. I’ve given you something for the pain” Lillian told me.
I nodded. Good. I looked up at Asher. He looked so pissed off and angry. I’d never seen him like it. Well, I had once. When he had just come in to town. Then he’d met Mia and he had felt her sympathy for him. She was only 4. The first time she met him she had told me that he was just as pretty as her daddy. Then he decided to stay. We asked him if she was reason he stayed. He’d said `no’ but I think she was.
“I’m going to get Jean-Claude back, Ma Cherie, have no fear. I will not let you die like this”. He said. He lifted me up effortlessly and placed me back down and walked over to the phone. I let him and didn’t say anything.
I feared that I would die. It certainly felt like I was. I felt Jean-Claude in my mind. I felt suddenly better, like the pain had gotten through a hole in my body and was slowly leaking away. He must have broke down my shields. Maybe I shouldn’t have used them.
“No, you shouldn’t have” He whispered through my mind.
Chapter 10
Anita
Asher had just phoned Dolf when I’d had a fit. They were arguing for about 10 minutes, when Dolf had finally agreed to come and see me. I think that it was scream I’d let out while they were talking, well shouting. I’d nearly fallen off the bed when Stephan had saved me and then got blood all over him.
He didn’t seem to mind. Him and Jason had started to try and make me laugh. Unfortunately, I had chosen that moment in time cough up blood. For some reason I had calmed down for a while. I couldn’t understand why all of the wounds hadn’t opened. And believe me, I have alot more.
I was thinking about the Pard. Micah’s lot had all gone visiting family. My lot had decided to go away for a while. Jean-Claude, Mia and I was invited, but we couldn’t go. Mia had school and I had work. I was beginning to wish we had have gone
I was covered in bandages and the thing that Lillian had attached to my arm was a tube, feeding blood back into me. Jean-Claude’s bedroom was a mess. There was blood every where. I felt bad about it, actually.
Lillian had called Rafael and he had come to help calm me. He was the only one alpha enough to control me, since the Pard were away. He was, at the moment sitting with me in his arms, in a chair, while the bedroom was being cleaned up.
Asher
was worried that I would start bleeding again. I didn’t understand it.
Jean-Claude had got through my shields and gave me some of his strength.
I‘d asked him if he was bleeding too, but he said no. I was glad about
that.
Asher came out of corridor and sat in the chair opposite us. In front of the flames of fire, he looked quite scary. Asher had told Stephan to make a fire. Apparently the key was to keep me warm. Thats why Asher had wanted the bath. I did feel alot better. Even if some of the wounds were still seeping a little.
“How are you feeling now, Ma cherie ?” He asked. I looked at him. He was upset about something. But what?
“I’m fine, how are you?” I asked seriously.
“Do not play games, Anita, I am worried that your other wounds might open, that is what is wrong with me“ He said. I was sure he could read my mind sometimes.
“This is not my fault, Asher. I didn’t ask for this to happen” I said. My eyes were filling. I hadn’t cried once in that bedroom. I was very proud of my self. I wasn’t about to start crying now. Rafael hugged me to him. He smelled gorgeous. Pack it in, Anita !
“Asher is not blaming you, Anita, and you know he isn’t. We all understand your upset. He is trying to hold everything together while Jean-Claude isn’t hear ” Rafael said kindly to me.
“Anita, I love you and Mia more than life itself. I would do anything to see you both out of harms way. With Jean-Claude not being hear.....I’m just not sure what I’m to do” He said in a pleading voice. He put his hands out in front of him. It was a helpless gesture.
Maybe it was the look in his eyes, but I gave in. I sort of whispered “Come hear” and he did and I hugged him. He pulled me out of Rafael’s lap and held me while we both cried.
I felt a sharp pain run through my arm. It sort of went limp while I was holding onto Asher’s neck. It must have shown on my face because Rafael stood up and came over. The pain got worse and I screamed out. As fast as I could draw breath I was screaming. A door banged open and people started rushing through. Someone was shouting commands out.
Asher put me on the floor. I felt people putting all of their weight on me, trying to stop me moving about. Asher stood over me, then suddenly looked up. I tried to crane my head back, but no one would let me. I started to push against the pain and their weight.
I finally noticed who it was who was holding me down. Frost and Damian were holding my chest and shoulders. Stephan and Jason had my stomach and legs. I kept pushing against them. They all looked taken aback that I could actually do it.
I finally gave up and the got worse again. I just let my body go. I screamed over and over again. It was ringing in my own ears. I heard Lillian talking to Asher.
“If I give her this, It will stop the pain. But there is also a large chance that she could slip into a coma” She told Asher and the man who was standing next to him. Dolf. Just what I needed.
“Asher, Jean-Claude left you in charge of her, I need your permission” She shouted at him.
“I give you permission” He said. The way he said it made it sound like he’d just put me to death.
Dolf’s face when Asher said that almost made me laugh. I probably would have done if I wasn’t in pain.
“What do you mean, `I give you permission’ ?What’s that all about?” Dolf asked Asher frowning.
The look Asher shot Dolf was enough to make Dolf shut up. That was a first.
She
advanced with the needle. I hate needles. No matter what state of consciousness
I’m in, I hate the fucking things. I started to struggle again. I did not
want that thing near me.
“Hold her still” She said. And they did. I did not look at her while she did it. I looked at Dolf instead. He looked rather upset. Good. He’d caused this.
He’d probably made someone do the paper work wrong. Asher was talking to him. He looked so angry. Dolf just listened. I heard Asher say one thing
“He should be hear. You’ve caused this. You and your hatred of Jean-Claude. She could die and take Mia with her!” Dolf walked off and Asher followed.
I felt
the drug taking its affect. It flowed through me quickly, soothing every
part of my body. I was glad of it. It dragged me off to sleep and for once
I didn’t fight it. It was the only thing I wanted to do. Sleep. Lets hope
things were better when I woke up, though I doubted it severely .
Chapter 11
Anita
I’d been moved back to Jean-Claude’s freshly cleaned room. The sheets had been thrown away and the floor had been cleaned. Though how they had done it in such a short period of time astounded me.
I had calmed down again. Stephan was still on post, to alert anyone if I did start having another fit. Asher walked in the room.
“He has dropped what ever it is he has Against Jean-Claude .He‘s coming home, Anita. He just has to sign some paper work. Miraculously, Mia’s teachers statements have been recorded and believed now” He said.
He hid behind another smile. I knew it was false. He was worried Jean-Claude wouldn't make it hear in time. He wasn’t the only one.
I smiled at him. I was starting to feel crap again. My breathing was deteriorating by the second. Asher noticed and came over to the bed. He knelt down and looked me in the eyes. I’d had to resort to lying on my side.
My back, when touched, flared up and so did the front of my body. No matter what way I turned or lay, I was in pain.
“Hold on, Anita, just hold on a little while longer. For Mia if not for Jean-Claude”
As if on queue, Dolf walked though the door. He was on his mobile. I started to wonder what it took Asher to persuade Dolf let Jean-Claude go. He was not an easily persuaded man, Dolf.
“Yeah, Let him go” and with that he snapped the phone shut and I went into another fit. I went into a seizure and started to move. It felt as though every part of my body wanted to move at the same time, but in different directions. The pain was tremendous. The worst pain I’d felt yet.
People were holding me down. I could feel hands on me, but every where the hands touched, there was a wound opening. Every where someone touched me, I was bleeding. I felt the blood fill up in my mouth and eyes again.
“Jean-Claude!!” I screamed his name as loud as I could.
“He’s on his way, Anita, he’s coming” Dolf. He was trying to find a part of me to hold onto that wasn’t bleeding. Believe me, that It was difficult.
“NO!” I shouted. I was in so much pain. I couldn’t control myself.
My chest. I could feel something clogging up my chest. I was breathing in rasping breaths.
“Hold her still!” Lillian’s voice cut through all of the voices around me. People were trying to grab, hold me down. I was struggling so much that the wounds weren‘t just opening, they were widening, getting bigger and worse.
I was loosing consciousness. The spots were back again, and they were coming faster than ever.
I was loosing air. In the back of my head, a voice was telling me that this was it. That I’d fought as long as I could and I’d lost. The voice at the front of my head kept going over Mia and what could be done.
Jean-Claude would probably die with me. Dolf and Asher would try, but we didn’t know if Mia would go with us if we died. All of their efforts would be wasted.
As I slipped away, all I could think about was Mia and how I missed her. Then I noticed that the pain was going now. This is the only time I’ve ever though I’ve been dying and it didn’t hurt. I just wanted to go quick and painless.....
Then I felt a pair of hands on me. As soon as these hands touched me, I seemed to calm down, I seemed to come back to my self, which meant the pain should get worse, but it didn’t. I opened my eyes, after realizing I’d closed them.
The spots were getting smaller and going. The face I saw above me was Jean-Claude’s. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relived to see someone.
He smiled at me. What he was smiling for I don’t know. I looked up and realised I was in a different room. I was back in the living room and lying in Jean-Claude’s lap.
I was about to point out to him that my back was cut, when I realized, most of the pain had gone. I was feeling achy, but that was to be expected after being deeply cut (or even if a deep cut reopens!)
I managed a smile. I wanted to say something sarcastic, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment. I did want to know one thins though. I didn’t think that I had passed out. Why was I in the bedroom, then when I had come back to myself, why was I out hear? Only one way to find out. That is if I could talk.
“Jean-Claude?” I said in a small voice. My throat hurt. From the screaming probably.
“Yes Ma petite?” He said. He was mocking me. Funnily enough, I didn’t care.
“I didn’t pass out, did I?”
“ Why?” He was frowning
“It’s just, one minute I was in the bedroom, then I was out hear. Did I loose time, or something?” I asked.
“Yes, you did pass out and were beginning to die. I arrived, how do you say?, Just in the nick of time. I felt you slipping and took over your mind. You’ve been lying in my lap now for about an hour” He said. That frightened me. I didn’t think he could do that.
We heard the far door opened, and Asher and Dolf came through it. I think that this was the first door I’d seen Dolf walk through, where he didn’t have to bend down to get through it. Dolf looked upset and disturbed as I’ve ever seen him. He looked at me.
He gave me a weak smile. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was a smile that said `I’ve been a fool’. But what would make him think that? He started to walk over to us. I sat up a little straighter in Jean-Claude’s lap.
“Anita, how are you feeling now?” He asked. He knelt down so we would be nearly the same height. He’d taken his suit jacket off.
“I’m feeling much better now, thank you” I said. My voice was really husky.
“What the hell happened in their ? A hour ago, your were bleeding and dying because of something. How come your sitting out hear like nothings happened?” He asked. He looked rather lost, like a child that had lost his parents in a big mall.
Dolf had wanted to know for ages what I was. If I was human, lycanthrope or just something knew completely. Dolf hates the monsters. He can’t blame me for not telling him the truth. All he would do is never talk to me again and either throw me in prison or kill me.
He hated Jean-Claude, for no reason. Can’t blame a girl for being cautious.
“Anita, what's going on?.... what are you?” He asked. He looked like he was going to burst into tears. His eyes were actually filling. I hated to see that look in his eyes. He shouldn’t have that look.
I looked at Jean-Claude. He was looking at Dolf, too. Very intently. When he felt my gaze, he lowered his head and looked at me. I asked him, thorough my mind;
`What shall I do?’
Jean-Claude knew how much the gang meant to me and what I would mean if I lost them over something stupid. If Dolf found out the truth, I wanted him to be told properly. Although, I might not do it personally. Cowardly, yes.
Jean-Claude surprised me by answering out loud
“I think, Ma petite, that you should say what ever you feel like saying, tell him what ever you feel like telling him” I looked at him.
Jean-Claude was like me. He didn’t like people knowing his business. Only if he wanted them to know. I knew more about him than any other person, he’d once told me, but that still doesn’t say he hadn’t surprised me a time or two. I think Asher knew him better than me.
I looked back at Dolf. By now he’d be shouting his head off for me to tell him everything I knew. He seemed calm, more calm than I’d ever seen him.
I was going to tell him. I’d been debating telling him for a while. Now seemed the right time. I took in a deep breath.
“O.K, you want to know what I am, Dolf. I’ll tell you ” I said. He stood up and Asher appeared with a chair in his hands behind him. Dolf said something I never though I’d hear him say to Asher, or indeed, to any vampire.
“Thank you, Please Anita, tell me” And he sat down. I took in a deep breath.
“I’m a human servant. Jean-Claude’s human servant to be precise. I’m a third part of a triumvirate. I’m a Lupa. I’m a Nimir-Ra. I’m a necromancer, and I’m an animator” I told him.
The look on his face was a picture. Asher was sitting on the couch watching the scene. A sharp stab of pain went through my, back. It was enough to make me call out.
“Fuck” and I grabbed my back.
Asher stood up from the couch and came over to us.
“Maybe I should explain to the good sergeant what all of those terms mean while you take Anita to lie down, Jean-Claude” He said. I actually agreed with him. Dolf just sat and stared ahead.
“ Anita?” Jean-Claude made my name a question. I just nodded. I didn’t want to speak.
Without another word Jean-Claude picked me up and started walking to the door that led to the bedrooms and coffin room. He held me as though I weighed nothing. I looked back as he opened the door. Asher had just sat down where we had been. I didn’t think I could explain to Dolf `what I was’ any way. I just wanted to sleep in the arms of my lover. I kissed Jean-Claude and cuddled up to him as he walked down the hall to his bedroom.
Chapter 12
Anita
I was lying in the comfort, safety and warmth of Jean-Claude’s arms. I had started to shake and doing it hurt. I was like one big ache, all over. But, I was healing. Slowly but surly, I was healing.
Lillian had come in cleaned some of the more bigger and sorer wounds, like my back and left arm .The only good thing about this was the fact I could finally get rid of some of the scars.
I looked at my left arm. I thought I was going to loose it at one point, because so many of the scars went into one another, my arms just looked a mess. I could see the bones in so may places, I thought I was going to throw up. Not that I didn’t any way.
I realized I hadn’t told Jean-Claude about Mia. I could also tell him that Mia was defiantly his. We’d had a test, but I hadn’t really trusted it. I never did rely on medical equipment.
“Jean-Claude, I’ve got to tell you something” I breathed quietly. I knew he’d hear me.
“What, Ma petite, what do you need to tell me?”. His voice sounded lazy. We had gotten very comfortable. I didn’t want to spoil it, but he had to know.
I took a deep breath to tell him this.
“Alejandro has bitten Mia. She’s reacted badly to it, and I think she’s dying” I told him. I looked up as I told him. He just looked down at me in complete shock. I carried on before he could say or do anything.
“What will happen if he carries on biting her and she survives and becomes a vampire?”
The look on his face was enough. Jean-Claude rarely showed his emotions. He doesn’t like people to know what he’s feeling. But his face had changed from showing pure anger to sorrow and... something I’d never read on his face before. It was complete and utter helplessness. Oh God.
“What will happen, Jean-Claude?” I asked, more urgently.
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
“ I’ve only ever seen one LaMargra survive being turned by someone other than their parent and they became something not vampire, nor animal. She craved blood, flesh and bone. She destroyed everything. Not to feed, but because she wanted to, because she wanted it” He finished
He looked up and a tear slid down his cheek
“We had to kill her and if Mia turns, we will have to kill her, too” He looked at me as I pushed my self off of him, but I lost balance and fell on top of him again. He helped me into a sitting position.
“No, we can’t” I said. My eyes were sore, the tears were burning the back of my eyes.
“Yes, Ma petite, we will have to”
I could hear the defeat in his voice.
I looked back round so he wouldn’t see me crying. I didn’t cry very often and I didn’t like it when I did. Jean-Claude felt so hopeless, he made my bones ache even more. I felt pretty hopeless now, actually. We had to find her.
“What are we going to do?” I asked him.
I was trying to stop the sound of tears coming through in my voice. My throat was tight.
“Well, his last home was in Cuernavaca, in Mexico. The master of Mexico lives there. He is a very old friend of mine and Asher’s” Jean-Claude told me. He had stopped crying now.
The door opened and a very shocked looking Dolf walked through. His tie was a mess and the three top button’s of his shirt were undone. He looked at me, as I leaned against Jean-Claude. He just stood there.
“Dolf ?” I said, cautiously.
“Anita, why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.
I thought about that. He must have known the answer to that question, without asking me. The door moved again and Asher walked though, smiling. He’d obviously found trying to explain to Dolf `what I was’ amusing. He walked straight over to me and sat on the bed next to Jean-Claude‘s legs.
He took my hand and raised it too his mouth.
“How are you feeling now, Ma cherie?” He asked.
“I’m feeling much better. Can I have a word with Dolf alone?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if it was safe for Jean-Claude to leave me yet. I was hoping he would know. Or even Asher would know.
“I think the solitude should have left your system by now. We will be in the living room if you need us” Jean-Claude said.
He out me on the bed, kissed me on top of my head and walked out with Asher, without a backwards glance or another word.
I sat up and got comfortable. I motioned with my hand for Dolf to come over. He walked over to me slowly and sat on the bad. He looked down at me and shook his head.
“I’ve been an idiot. I know why you didn’t tell me and I don’t blame you for it”. That stopped me.
I looked at him. That was a first for Dolf. Not accusing me of wrong doing and blaming the right person for their actions. Himself. He was a great cop, a good friend, and a fantastic father to his sons. But he just did not understand me. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t have a daughter.
I sat up a little more and touched his back. He moved towards me and I moved into hug him. To my great surprise, he hugged me back. I felt the tears coming back again.
“I thought that you would never want to talk to me again if you knew. I thought that at the first chance you got, you would either kill me or leave me to rot in jail. I didn’t know what to do or what to tell you. I should have said something.... I’m sorry, Dolf” I said.
He pulled back, but still held onto my arms. He looked into my eyes and could see his eyes fill. Never in all of my years of knowing Dolf, had I ever seen him cry, because of anything. This was a first time and probably a last.
“Well, I’m not going to throw you in jail, and I’m defiantly not going to kill you. What I am going to do is help you find Mia. I don’t care where we have to go. I’ll get us, me and the team there. It means that if there are any killings, then we will be there witness them and judge them” He said.
I wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea to take Dolf and the gang with us. But if it meant that we could threaten, main and kill with the law backing us, we’d be in alot less trouble and have to do far less explaining.
“O.K. I’ll tell Jean-Claude” I said and smiled. He smiled and hugged me again. Just one big happy family. Talking of family, the quicker we got Mia back, the happier I’d be. I just hoped we would be in time.
Chapter 13
Mia
My eyes are killing me. It’s approaching sundown and the blinds have been open all day. It felt like someone has been shining a lamp in my eyes all day and the light has damn near blinded me. I had no idea what was going on, the one thing I did know is, I didn’t like it. My eye’s have been nothing compared to how my skin has felt.
My skin started to burn as soon as the sun rose in the morning. The moment I’d felt the suns glare, the pain had started. It was like needles had been heated and then pressed to every part of my body.
I hadn’t wanted to scream, but I’d finally giving in to the pain. There had been no one in the room with me. When I screamed about three of Alejandro’s flunkies had come running. They’d tried to help me, but they had no way to cure what their master had done to me.
I think that that was what was wrong with me, the bite. I never burn this bad, even without sun block. I had no problem with my eyes, I didn’t wear glasses and neither did any one else in my family. (Well, as far as I knew. I didn’t know my dads parents).
The flunkies, werewolves, had covered me in cold, damp sheets to try and stop the burning, they‘d run a freezing bath and put me in it (even with my protesting). They’d tried closing the blinds, they’d give me sunglasses, but nothing had helped.
I had tried to figure out a disease that happened over night where your skin became so sensitive it couldn’t stand the suns glare, but couldn’t think of one. I’d then tried to think of a disease that made my eyes sensitive, but, again, no such luck.
I’d finally come to the decision that I was being turned into a vampire by someone who wasn’t my mum or dad and I was reacting badly to it. There was nothing I could do about it. He wouldn’t let me go.
The wolves had kept trying to make me eat and drink, or do at least one. I gave in in the end. Bad mistake. I’d taken one mouthful of water and brought it back up, along with what ever I’d eaten last.
I craved something I‘d never had before. I couldn't think of what it was at first, but when I’d noticed the pulse jumping in one of the wolves wrists, I’d realized what it was I was craving.
Blood.
I’ d started to go into fits and only the wolves holding me down had stopped me from moving round the place and hurting myself on the floor. The fits had started around 2o’clock. It was 9o’clock, and the sun was just starting to go down.
The sky was full of gorgeous gold, orange and yellow colours. It was one of the most beautiful sunsets I’d ever seen. If things didn’t get better then it would probably be one of my last.
The sun setting this late told me two things. One, I wasn’t in America any more, and the second was that I was in deep trouble.
I hadn’t had a fit now for an hour. The last one had been the worst of them all. I’d had to completely give into it and let it ride me. It had damn near killed me. And no, I am not a hypochondriac.
I’d searched for my mum and I was now regretting it. Something was happening to her and she had blocked me, to stop me from feeling it.
I didn’t know what had happened, but she was in alot of pain, maybe more than me! I think that when I called to her and opened my self up to her, I’d accidentally flooded some of my pain through to her. Oops.
A werewolf was sitting in a chair next to my bed. I had taken the jeans off, and was left just wearing my strap top and undies. Which, thankfully, weren’t thongs.
I was very content, lying on the bed, the French doors open and letting in a nice breeze, with a damp sheet over me, when a fit hit me fast and hard. I started to writhe.
The man started to shout for other people to come help him. He had jumped on the bed, on top of me, and was trying to hold me still.
“Come on, Mia, fight it!” He said through gritted teeth into my face.
Because I was a LaMargra, I had about the same strength as him. This meant that I could push against him.
Where ever I turned I was in pain. I screamed and all I kept saying was;
“ MUM! ”
More hands were on me, trying to sustain me. I couldn’t stop moving. I wanted to, but I couldn’t stop. The pain was riding me and there was nothing I could do but let it and wait for it to pass.
I kept
screaming out “ MUM ” or “ DAD ”, over and over again. The tears were back.
Just great.