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to my feet before Dahlia could reach me, but my body was limp and heavy. “What do you want?”
“What do I want, what do I want?” she singsonged, scooping up the knife before I could stop her. “You sound just like the last one I took care of. You guys always try to bargain.”
She held the point of the knife to my throat. “I want to kill you.”
“Why?” It was barely a whisper. I imagined the tip of the knife puncturing my skin the way my fangs had split hers.
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She leaned closer, twisting the blade against my neck but never breaking my skin.
“Because you took what’s mine.”
“What? What did I take?” I wanted to swallow, but I was afraid it would kill me. “I don’t even know you.”
“You’re right. You don’t know me, bitch.” She lifted the knife and, without hesitation, plunged it into my stomach.
I gasped from the pain. I’d seen numerous stab wounds in the E.R. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined they felt like this. The burning and tearing, coupled with the invasion of an object all my muscles tensed to reject. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Dahlia pulled the blade out of me and wiped it clean on the front of my shirt. “I don’t know why he keeps doing this. He knows you all die.”
“You’re not making any sense,” I wheezed, clutching my abdomen. It was the wrong thing to say.
“I’m not making any sense?” She brought the weapon down again, piercing my side. “No!
He’s not making any sense! He says he loves me. He promises to give me power. But it’s not time, Dahlia! It’s not time! Then he wastes his blood on a piece of trash like you!
Look at you. You can’t even stand up.”
She kicked me. It was a dangerous thing for someone to do to a wounded vampire, and this knowledge was apparently as much of a surprise to her as it was to me. Leaping to my feet, I lunged for her, fueled purely by agony and instinct. I wrestled the knife from her hand and brought it to her throat.
“I didn’t take anything from you,” I whispered into her ear. “He didn’t mean to make me. I was an accident. I’ve got no interest in you, your vampire boyfriend or any of this fucking vampire crap.”
I threw her to the ground. She peered up at me through her disheveled hair. Her eyes were hard and furious.
“Yeah, you were an accident all right!” she screamed. “But it doesn’t matter! You’ll be dead by morning!”
My anger deserted me, and the weakness returned. Dahlia’s voice was too loud, too shrill. Blood flowed freely from my wounds. I knew I needed to stop the bleeding, but I could think of nothing but getting away from Dahlia.
I staggered through the rail yard. Every step I took felt as though I were descending into a dark, warm pit. My pulse thrummed in my ears. It was slowing. The impact of my footfalls on the uneven ground jarred my ankles and sent shock waves of pain up my legs. When I reached pavement, my body seemed to know where to go on its own. I moved in slow motion, but I must have been running because I reached Nathan’s apartment in a matter of minutes.
I stood stupidly on the sidewalk, unsure what to do as I pressed my hands feebly against my torn flesh. I knew my car was parked nearby, but I didn’t have my keys. I looked helplessly up and down the street, shivering. I yearned to be at home in my bed. I settled for Nathan’s doorstep. At least there I would be shielded from some of the biting wind. Dahlia might have followed me, but the more pressing desire for warmth and sleep outweighed my fear. If she did come to kill me, my exhausted brain reasoned, I would finally be able to rest in peace.
I don’t know how long I lay there before the snow began to fall. Big, fluffy flakes, straight
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out of a Christmas movie, floated to the ground.
“What do I want, what do I want?” she singsonged, scooping up the knife before I could stop her. “You sound just like the last one I took care of. You guys always try to bargain.”
She held the point of the knife to my throat. “I want to kill you.”
“Why?” It was barely a whisper. I imagined the tip of the knife puncturing my skin the way my fangs had split hers.
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She leaned closer, twisting the blade against my neck but never breaking my skin.
“Because you took what’s mine.”
“What? What did I take?” I wanted to swallow, but I was afraid it would kill me. “I don’t even know you.”
“You’re right. You don’t know me, bitch.” She lifted the knife and, without hesitation, plunged it into my stomach.
I gasped from the pain. I’d seen numerous stab wounds in the E.R. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined they felt like this. The burning and tearing, coupled with the invasion of an object all my muscles tensed to reject. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Dahlia pulled the blade out of me and wiped it clean on the front of my shirt. “I don’t know why he keeps doing this. He knows you all die.”
“You’re not making any sense,” I wheezed, clutching my abdomen. It was the wrong thing to say.
“I’m not making any sense?” She brought the weapon down again, piercing my side. “No!
He’s not making any sense! He says he loves me. He promises to give me power. But it’s not time, Dahlia! It’s not time! Then he wastes his blood on a piece of trash like you!
Look at you. You can’t even stand up.”
She kicked me. It was a dangerous thing for someone to do to a wounded vampire, and this knowledge was apparently as much of a surprise to her as it was to me. Leaping to my feet, I lunged for her, fueled purely by agony and instinct. I wrestled the knife from her hand and brought it to her throat.
“I didn’t take anything from you,” I whispered into her ear. “He didn’t mean to make me. I was an accident. I’ve got no interest in you, your vampire boyfriend or any of this fucking vampire crap.”
I threw her to the ground. She peered up at me through her disheveled hair. Her eyes were hard and furious.
“Yeah, you were an accident all right!” she screamed. “But it doesn’t matter! You’ll be dead by morning!”
My anger deserted me, and the weakness returned. Dahlia’s voice was too loud, too shrill. Blood flowed freely from my wounds. I knew I needed to stop the bleeding, but I could think of nothing but getting away from Dahlia.
I staggered through the rail yard. Every step I took felt as though I were descending into a dark, warm pit. My pulse thrummed in my ears. It was slowing. The impact of my footfalls on the uneven ground jarred my ankles and sent shock waves of pain up my legs. When I reached pavement, my body seemed to know where to go on its own. I moved in slow motion, but I must have been running because I reached Nathan’s apartment in a matter of minutes.
I stood stupidly on the sidewalk, unsure what to do as I pressed my hands feebly against my torn flesh. I knew my car was parked nearby, but I didn’t have my keys. I looked helplessly up and down the street, shivering. I yearned to be at home in my bed. I settled for Nathan’s doorstep. At least there I would be shielded from some of the biting wind. Dahlia might have followed me, but the more pressing desire for warmth and sleep outweighed my fear. If she did come to kill me, my exhausted brain reasoned, I would finally be able to rest in peace.
I don’t know how long I lay there before the snow began to fall. Big, fluffy flakes, straight
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out of a Christmas movie, floated to the ground.
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