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why he hadn't moved further away before confronting the doctor. He looked tired and ragged, as though the thought of me being ill was hurting him too. I felt a little sad then, that I wasn't better. Not for me and my once again fervent plans of escape, but to make Jonathan happy. I knew it was wrong, he was holding me, still drugging me, against my will. And after the kissing and biting episode, he just didn't feel right, but he had also been so caring, so loving and had done nothing else untoward to me since that fateful Red Rocks concert night.
Drugs and imprisonment were more than enough though, weren't they?
As I listened to them talk over the results of the examination my head lolled to the side and before I could close my eyes again I spotted it. A slim, shiny, sharp knife on the tray the doctor had been using. He had used it to open something when he had examined me and had placed it to the side and then forgot it when he packed up to leave. It wasn't silver, stainless steel, but it was long enough and sharp enough to do damage. I grabbed it quietly and slipped it beneath my pillow. I was armed.
Jonathan's strained voice floated in from the hall. “She is exhausted. She won't eat or sleep properly. She is fading away. Have we made a mistake with the medications?”
“No sire. It is not the medication. Her body is pining for her kindred. The longer they are apart the worse it will get.”
“ Why didn't we...” I didn't hear the rest of what Jonathan was saying, as soon as the short vampire had uttered that word kindred , my world had sharpened and also conversely collapsed.
Kindred.
Michel.
Chapter 6
No More Mr Nice Guy
I tried not to sit bolt upright and did manage to stop myself from making any sudden movements that would give me away. I could do nothing for my rapidly beating heart however. It was trying vainly to escape my rib cage. At the thought of Michel so many memories came flooding back in. Not all of them, I was sure, but the main one, the one that kept dancing before my eyes, kept making my heart skip a beat, was of Michel. My Michel.
I knew he was my vampire and no one else came close.
Oh dear God, what the hell had happened?
Putting it all together was a little harder than picturing my kindred's face now seemed to be. Obviously, Michel was where ever we had come from on the plane. It had been a long flight, but how long, I could not know, as I had slept most of it. The fact that I had been so stiff towards the end, just before I received my last sleeping tablet dose, confirmed that. Secondly, Jonathan was not, nor had he ever been, my husband. We shared nothing together that I could see, so he had abducted me, but why?
I was still having trouble remembering what I used to do, who I used to be, where I used to live. But, I did know I was meant to be with Michel, so that was where I had to go. I shifted in the bed to test my limbs. Everything felt sluggish, terribly unresponsive. I was in bad shape, but I hadn't felt this invigorated since arriving here in these mountains. I had no other plans, other than my original one. Arm myself, done. Escape and get the hell outta here before the vampires can follow.
I sensed it was almost dawn and as I had been awake on and off for the past night, restless and nauseous most of the time. Despite being so tired, I hadn't received my end of night sleeping tablets crushed in my meal, nor my injection. I knew it was a long shot, but if I was going to make a break for it, it had to be today. I could only imagine things were going to get worse from here on out and surprisingly, the thought alone of my kindred seemed to give me not only renewed hope, but a renewed strength, almost as though I was getting a boost from somewhere, as though someone above had decided to lend a hand.
The shutters whirred down not long afterwards and some ten minutes later, when I knew the sun had well and truly risen, Jonathan came back in the room. I had not sat myself up,
Drugs and imprisonment were more than enough though, weren't they?
As I listened to them talk over the results of the examination my head lolled to the side and before I could close my eyes again I spotted it. A slim, shiny, sharp knife on the tray the doctor had been using. He had used it to open something when he had examined me and had placed it to the side and then forgot it when he packed up to leave. It wasn't silver, stainless steel, but it was long enough and sharp enough to do damage. I grabbed it quietly and slipped it beneath my pillow. I was armed.
Jonathan's strained voice floated in from the hall. “She is exhausted. She won't eat or sleep properly. She is fading away. Have we made a mistake with the medications?”
“No sire. It is not the medication. Her body is pining for her kindred. The longer they are apart the worse it will get.”
“ Why didn't we...” I didn't hear the rest of what Jonathan was saying, as soon as the short vampire had uttered that word kindred , my world had sharpened and also conversely collapsed.
Kindred.
Michel.
Chapter 6
No More Mr Nice Guy
I tried not to sit bolt upright and did manage to stop myself from making any sudden movements that would give me away. I could do nothing for my rapidly beating heart however. It was trying vainly to escape my rib cage. At the thought of Michel so many memories came flooding back in. Not all of them, I was sure, but the main one, the one that kept dancing before my eyes, kept making my heart skip a beat, was of Michel. My Michel.
I knew he was my vampire and no one else came close.
Oh dear God, what the hell had happened?
Putting it all together was a little harder than picturing my kindred's face now seemed to be. Obviously, Michel was where ever we had come from on the plane. It had been a long flight, but how long, I could not know, as I had slept most of it. The fact that I had been so stiff towards the end, just before I received my last sleeping tablet dose, confirmed that. Secondly, Jonathan was not, nor had he ever been, my husband. We shared nothing together that I could see, so he had abducted me, but why?
I was still having trouble remembering what I used to do, who I used to be, where I used to live. But, I did know I was meant to be with Michel, so that was where I had to go. I shifted in the bed to test my limbs. Everything felt sluggish, terribly unresponsive. I was in bad shape, but I hadn't felt this invigorated since arriving here in these mountains. I had no other plans, other than my original one. Arm myself, done. Escape and get the hell outta here before the vampires can follow.
I sensed it was almost dawn and as I had been awake on and off for the past night, restless and nauseous most of the time. Despite being so tired, I hadn't received my end of night sleeping tablets crushed in my meal, nor my injection. I knew it was a long shot, but if I was going to make a break for it, it had to be today. I could only imagine things were going to get worse from here on out and surprisingly, the thought alone of my kindred seemed to give me not only renewed hope, but a renewed strength, almost as though I was getting a boost from somewhere, as though someone above had decided to lend a hand.
The shutters whirred down not long afterwards and some ten minutes later, when I knew the sun had well and truly risen, Jonathan came back in the room. I had not sat myself up,
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