Chapter 12

A Chapter by Dr.Who.LOVER

Chapter 12 of "Forbidden Love."

I was dreaming-no I was having a nightmare. I was back home in 1706 surrounded by death. People were desperately trying to get away. But it was pointless. Because by the end of the night…

They would all be dead.

The fire I had started traveled from one house to another consuming everything. Bodies fell before my feet as I drained them one by one of their one life force, the thing my newly enhanced body craved for.

Blood.

“Sparrow please don’t!” said a quivering figure at my feet. She was holding something…or…someone. A child. A girl no older than 7. Her little angelic face by thick blonde curls. My little sister. Her green eyes were closed and she lay unmoving.

“Mary?!!” I cried. I looked at the women, my mother her green eyes so much like mine and Mary’s were filled with terror... She killed her! Screamed a voice in my head. She deserves to die.

“YES!” I growled lunging for her throat.

“SISTER NO!” Christian?!!? My older brother jumped in front of me guarding our mother. I tried to stop but it was too late. I sunk my teeth into his neck wanting so badly to stop. But the hunger was too strong to fight. I cried my eyes out as I could no longer hear Christian’s beating heart. He fell to the ground eyes open.

“NO CHRISTIAN! I’M SORRY I’M SO SORRY PLEASE DON’T GO PLEASE!” I cried over his body begging and pleading for him to come back. But no amount of tears would ever bring him back. “CHRISTAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I sat up as I felt pain explode all over my body. The pain was coming from my neck. As my hands flew to the source of my pain my fingers grasped the collar. Then it all came back with the scent of burnt flesh. I had been captured.

“Morning.” Said the werewolf. DAMN COLLAR! I hissed at him only to be zapped again. I thought after maybe an entire day of torment the pain would become mutual. I was sadly mistaken.

“Oh Sparrow you won’t behave yourself will you?” he taunted.

“Shut up you dog!”

“I prefer Quil but you might know me as ‘The Demon Slayer.’” My eyes widened. That name. It can’t be! ‘The Demon Slayer’ was the most feared bounty hunter in The Underworld! I was in the presence of a legend.

I tried to keep the shock out of my voice.

“Good now I know what to carve on your GRAVE!” Zaaaap!

“Keep dreaming you little parasite!” ‘Quil’ stood up and walked out of the room. I screamed and lost it. Tearing up the mattress yanking on the shackle even though it burned my hands at the slightest touch. I wanted out and I wanted out NOW. Quil came back holding a blood bag. Why was he feeding me? If he REALLY wanted to torture me he would cut off my blood supply. That was the most painful and cruel way to kill a vampire, was to starve it until its body shriveled up like a prune and turned to ash.

“Here” He outstretched his hand to me. Finally! A mistake he was about to pay the ultimate price for. I latched onto his wrist with my fangs and bite down as hard as I possibly could. And as soon as my fangs pierced his skin the TASTE EXPLODED in my mouth. It was more than what I had ever tasted. It was what I desired and I wanted more! And for a split second I felt as if Quil himself was flowing into me.

Quil’s scream brought me back to reality. He tried prying me off but my snake like fangs wouldn’t budge. He reached for his remote and delivered one hell of a shock. I released his wrist and withered in agony as he repediatley zapped the S**T out of me. But it was too late.

“YOU B***H!” With his good hand he lifted me up by the front of my shirt. I smiled knowing he only had seconds left to live. But I couldn’t ignore the gnawing hunger I felt for his blood. I wanted to taste his sweet elixir again to feel it flow over my tongue setting my body on FIRE.

I looked down at his bloody wrist and couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

The wounds were….

Healing! Quil looked down and his expression matched mine.

“Impossible-”

“-unless” I finished for him. I had heard this happening only once before. A crazy story Marik and I use to laugh at. It was about…….a…….connection between a vampire and a werewolf.

We locked eyes and I knew we were thinking the same INSANE thing. Could it be true?!?! A special connection…

Was Quil my……..