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snorted. Ignoring them both, I lifted up the covers and stared down at my thigh where Alex had bitten me. There was no indication that I had suffered any injury at all. Stunned, I looked back over at Michael.
“ You fixed this?” I squeaked, “How?”
“ Vampire venom,” Nelly answered, handing me a cup of tea on a saucer, “It’s pretty amazing stuff.”
I gratefully accepted the tea, “Thanks, Nelly.”
Michael patted my leg and stood as if preparing to leave. He staggered for a moment, grabbing the back of the chair he had been sitting in. I saw him close his eyes and press his long fingers against his temple.
“ Sit back down,” I said, “You can’t go outside like that. Nelly, did Victoria get back with the blood yet?”
“ No. She called a while ago and said she got held up.”
“ Damn it. We have to help him somehow.” I cursed my weakened state, and eyed Michael warily as he lowered himself back into the armchair by my bed. Thinking quickly, I turned to Nelly, “Would you mind getting my cell phone? I think it’s in the truck. Or maybe the barn.”
Her head tilted slightly as she looked at me and then back at Michael. She gathered up some sheets from the floor by my closet, and I clearly saw that they were soaked with blood. It made my head spin, thinking about how close I had come to death.
When I heard Nelly descend the stairs, I reached out and grasped one of Michael’s cold hands, “You need blood. If I could give you some of mine, I would.”
He shook his head, “No. I could not do that.”
“ Then I give you permission to leave the containment field.”
I saw his beautiful eyes begin to shine with hope, and the gray tone to his skin faded minutely. However, the light in his eyes diminished when my strength left me. My hand was limp between the two of his. I wanted to keep my eyes open. I wanted to give him more to hope for. I longed desperately to see that emotion flood his features.
“ Go and find what you need. Then come back.” I requested.
He sighed and pressed my fingers to his cool lips, “I can’t believe you’re letting me walk away. How do you know I’ll come back?”
I considered the question seriously for a few seconds. I knew by the way his gaze caressed me. I knew because of the warmth in his words and the way he had held me. Michael would not leave me as long as I needed him. Taking a shallow breath, I smiled at him kindly and then closed my eyes.
Chapter 9 - Michael
Freedom. It is such a little word. When men say the word, they know nothing about the true meaning. Perhaps if a man has been locked up for 65 years, he may comprehend the enormity of the concept. When I staggered down that quiet country road and met no invisible shield to hold me in, it was a rebirth.
For a fraction of a second, I recalled the sight of Sarah lying in that bed. Her helplessness, her tangled hair, the blood rushing forth. I tried not to remember that other girl, the one in New York, bleeding out on the pavement as Isaiah’s guards descended on me. If they had not come, she would be alive, I assured myself. But perhaps not. I was not known for my mercy at that time. I also knew that resurrection of my past misdeeds was always destined to cause misery.
Instead of berating myself for past wrongs, I focused on my most pressing need.
Just when I spotted an elderly woman making her way towards her mailbox near the end of the road, a dark sedan came speeding up towards me. It came to a screeching halt next to me on the cold pavement. Victoria.
“ Michael, get in.” She had the window rolled down, and I could see the cooler in the backseat. There would be bags of cooled blood inside. I cast one yearning glance towards the warm-blooded human staring at us suspiciously from her dirt driveway. One human death in a town of this size would draw a great deal of unwanted attention.
Resigned, I climbed into the passenger seat beside Victoria. Before she took off, she
“ You fixed this?” I squeaked, “How?”
“ Vampire venom,” Nelly answered, handing me a cup of tea on a saucer, “It’s pretty amazing stuff.”
I gratefully accepted the tea, “Thanks, Nelly.”
Michael patted my leg and stood as if preparing to leave. He staggered for a moment, grabbing the back of the chair he had been sitting in. I saw him close his eyes and press his long fingers against his temple.
“ Sit back down,” I said, “You can’t go outside like that. Nelly, did Victoria get back with the blood yet?”
“ No. She called a while ago and said she got held up.”
“ Damn it. We have to help him somehow.” I cursed my weakened state, and eyed Michael warily as he lowered himself back into the armchair by my bed. Thinking quickly, I turned to Nelly, “Would you mind getting my cell phone? I think it’s in the truck. Or maybe the barn.”
Her head tilted slightly as she looked at me and then back at Michael. She gathered up some sheets from the floor by my closet, and I clearly saw that they were soaked with blood. It made my head spin, thinking about how close I had come to death.
When I heard Nelly descend the stairs, I reached out and grasped one of Michael’s cold hands, “You need blood. If I could give you some of mine, I would.”
He shook his head, “No. I could not do that.”
“ Then I give you permission to leave the containment field.”
I saw his beautiful eyes begin to shine with hope, and the gray tone to his skin faded minutely. However, the light in his eyes diminished when my strength left me. My hand was limp between the two of his. I wanted to keep my eyes open. I wanted to give him more to hope for. I longed desperately to see that emotion flood his features.
“ Go and find what you need. Then come back.” I requested.
He sighed and pressed my fingers to his cool lips, “I can’t believe you’re letting me walk away. How do you know I’ll come back?”
I considered the question seriously for a few seconds. I knew by the way his gaze caressed me. I knew because of the warmth in his words and the way he had held me. Michael would not leave me as long as I needed him. Taking a shallow breath, I smiled at him kindly and then closed my eyes.
Chapter 9 - Michael
Freedom. It is such a little word. When men say the word, they know nothing about the true meaning. Perhaps if a man has been locked up for 65 years, he may comprehend the enormity of the concept. When I staggered down that quiet country road and met no invisible shield to hold me in, it was a rebirth.
For a fraction of a second, I recalled the sight of Sarah lying in that bed. Her helplessness, her tangled hair, the blood rushing forth. I tried not to remember that other girl, the one in New York, bleeding out on the pavement as Isaiah’s guards descended on me. If they had not come, she would be alive, I assured myself. But perhaps not. I was not known for my mercy at that time. I also knew that resurrection of my past misdeeds was always destined to cause misery.
Instead of berating myself for past wrongs, I focused on my most pressing need.
Just when I spotted an elderly woman making her way towards her mailbox near the end of the road, a dark sedan came speeding up towards me. It came to a screeching halt next to me on the cold pavement. Victoria.
“ Michael, get in.” She had the window rolled down, and I could see the cooler in the backseat. There would be bags of cooled blood inside. I cast one yearning glance towards the warm-blooded human staring at us suspiciously from her dirt driveway. One human death in a town of this size would draw a great deal of unwanted attention.
Resigned, I climbed into the passenger seat beside Victoria. Before she took off, she
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