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other, not one of them uttered a slightly different intonation or had a different timbre. The twins were clearly two people, but at times like this it was clear that they were one soul.
Every one of us in the room fell silent while they spoke; Ginny looked at them in fearful admiration while everyone else’s stare was quite blank. You could see some kind of sweet emotion in Ginny’s face, her lips almost imperceptibly curved upwards and her head ever so slightly tilted to the side. I imagined her seeing something of her daughter in them. Did they look something like she used to be? Did she see things like the twins? I had no answer to any of my questions but I could imagine Violet as a wiry redhead with pale complexion going blank to recite foretelling stanzas.
As all prophesies, this one sounded quite cryptic. It was not clear at all and the vagueness of its message just made it even more confusing. I didn’t feel I exactly fit into it, though I must admit that some of its lines did adjust quite well. After all, I was the first person I ever met with violet eyes. Ok, ok, I know they say that Liz Taylor has violet eyes too, well hers have a sort of violet tone . . . mine are deep violet.
The electric silence that followed the poem stretched for some minutes after the twins fell silent. I could feel smooth waves of energy pulsing through the room, coming from every one of the clan members. My heartbeats seemed to freeze and I felt my blood being pumped by theirs. For the first time in my life I felt I belonged somewhere, I felt an honest bond with every single one of the people that surrounded me. It was as if invisible umbilical cords were joining us and making our energy flow in unison. I was held in bliss and let myself go.
* * *
“I think she’s trying to handle too much before she has even fed.” I heard Corbin’s voice say and opened my eyes through blotches of colour.
Pastel shaded circles seemed to cover everything when I opened my eyes. I felt as if I had pressed my eyeballs for a long time and they were now completely useless: I just couldn’t see anything for a couple of seconds until my sight slowly returned.
I was once again lying on my back with Jonathan holding me. His warm hands were holding my head and his sweet smell flooded me. I felt safe and not sick finally in a very long time. Slowly, I felt all my senses return and I was back in the room.
“I believe somebody’s tired and needs to feed before she goes to bed for a while,” said Ginny with a very grandma-like manner and a face that looked like anything but that.
Her voice was sweet though almost whiny and a very subtle Texan accent seemed to linger in her voice. “I imagine a huge emotional turmoil under that pretty face of yours honey, you only passed out for a second here so don’t worry, nothing happened. We can talk about all this prophecy nonsense another time. You need to eat something and rest now.” She said and smiled at me.
Her sweetness made me smile, she was one of those people you just couldn’t stop adoring and she was right about me needing some food. That something that had been building up inside me for some time was clearly hunger, though I hungered for something quite specific now, something thick and warm tickling down my throat.
As right as she was about that, she was completely mistaken about something else: I was now remembering something I dreamt about in the few seconds I passed out . . . and that dream was not “nothing” at all.
CHAPTER 7
Need to feed . . .
T he hunger that had imperceptibly been building up inside me had become suddenly unbearable. Lying in Jonathan’s arms I could now feel nothing but a pulsing need to feed. My lips were numb and my tongue felt swollen in my mouth, an agonizing longing ruptured my heart and my throat was burning, I felt like an addict in need for cocaine.
Jonathan caressed my lips with the tip of his fingers and smiled. “I know how
Every one of us in the room fell silent while they spoke; Ginny looked at them in fearful admiration while everyone else’s stare was quite blank. You could see some kind of sweet emotion in Ginny’s face, her lips almost imperceptibly curved upwards and her head ever so slightly tilted to the side. I imagined her seeing something of her daughter in them. Did they look something like she used to be? Did she see things like the twins? I had no answer to any of my questions but I could imagine Violet as a wiry redhead with pale complexion going blank to recite foretelling stanzas.
As all prophesies, this one sounded quite cryptic. It was not clear at all and the vagueness of its message just made it even more confusing. I didn’t feel I exactly fit into it, though I must admit that some of its lines did adjust quite well. After all, I was the first person I ever met with violet eyes. Ok, ok, I know they say that Liz Taylor has violet eyes too, well hers have a sort of violet tone . . . mine are deep violet.
The electric silence that followed the poem stretched for some minutes after the twins fell silent. I could feel smooth waves of energy pulsing through the room, coming from every one of the clan members. My heartbeats seemed to freeze and I felt my blood being pumped by theirs. For the first time in my life I felt I belonged somewhere, I felt an honest bond with every single one of the people that surrounded me. It was as if invisible umbilical cords were joining us and making our energy flow in unison. I was held in bliss and let myself go.
* * *
“I think she’s trying to handle too much before she has even fed.” I heard Corbin’s voice say and opened my eyes through blotches of colour.
Pastel shaded circles seemed to cover everything when I opened my eyes. I felt as if I had pressed my eyeballs for a long time and they were now completely useless: I just couldn’t see anything for a couple of seconds until my sight slowly returned.
I was once again lying on my back with Jonathan holding me. His warm hands were holding my head and his sweet smell flooded me. I felt safe and not sick finally in a very long time. Slowly, I felt all my senses return and I was back in the room.
“I believe somebody’s tired and needs to feed before she goes to bed for a while,” said Ginny with a very grandma-like manner and a face that looked like anything but that.
Her voice was sweet though almost whiny and a very subtle Texan accent seemed to linger in her voice. “I imagine a huge emotional turmoil under that pretty face of yours honey, you only passed out for a second here so don’t worry, nothing happened. We can talk about all this prophecy nonsense another time. You need to eat something and rest now.” She said and smiled at me.
Her sweetness made me smile, she was one of those people you just couldn’t stop adoring and she was right about me needing some food. That something that had been building up inside me for some time was clearly hunger, though I hungered for something quite specific now, something thick and warm tickling down my throat.
As right as she was about that, she was completely mistaken about something else: I was now remembering something I dreamt about in the few seconds I passed out . . . and that dream was not “nothing” at all.
CHAPTER 7
Need to feed . . .
T he hunger that had imperceptibly been building up inside me had become suddenly unbearable. Lying in Jonathan’s arms I could now feel nothing but a pulsing need to feed. My lips were numb and my tongue felt swollen in my mouth, an agonizing longing ruptured my heart and my throat was burning, I felt like an addict in need for cocaine.
Jonathan caressed my lips with the tip of his fingers and smiled. “I know how
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