Just Another Damned Vampire Story Ch. 10, a short story by angie65. Date added: 2011-12-01. Times viewed: 2284.
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- Intro: When the blood does flow...
Just another Damned Vampire Story
(When the blood does flow...)
Caine moved away from Christian a little; the heat that was coming off him was almost unbearable.
His face was flushed and his skin was wet with sweat as Christian burned up.
“He’s running a fever,” Sophie murmured as she brushed Christian’s forehead with the back of her hand. “If he was human I’d worry for his life judging by the heat that he’s generating.”
“But he isn’t human, and he shouldn’t be generating any heat at all.” Caine spoke softly, but the cavern echoed every sound you made, echoed and amplified.
Christian groaned and turned towards them. His eyes were dark with agony and confusion and terror.
“Make it stop!” he gasped out again.
Sophie looked down on him helplessly. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t know how to help you!” she told him regretfully.
He gave a long shudder and turned away again to curl up into a ball and clutch at his knees in an attempt to stop the shudders and jerks that were now racking his body.
“Christian!” Caine snapped as he moved closer to the vampire. “Tell us what’s happening to you, describe what you are feeling, help us to understand; then maybe we can find away to stop this.”
“He can’t,” Sam said tearfully from behind them. “He can’t talk, because it hurts him too much, EVERYTHING hurts him!”
“What do you mean Sam?” Sophie demanded. “Can you tell what he’s feeling?”
Sam gave a little sob as she hugged her arms around herself.
“He drank my blood,” she whispered. “He swallowed my blood and now it’s raging through his system.”
“But how do you know Sam?” Sophie persisted. “There are things that are happening to all of us, and we have to try and understand.”
Sam gave a shrug of her shoulders. “It was as soon as he swallowed, the second it slid down his throat, it was like a door opened in my mind, and I could just tell what he was thinking and feeling... He was going to kill me!” she sobbed and hugged her arms tighter around herself, and Sophie moved across to comfort her young sister.
“Then what happened?” Caine asked, as he kept his gaze fixed on the vampire.
“I... I could see the blood as it separated inside him, tiny little droplets scattering through his body and settling on his nerve ends...” She swallowed back the sobs and Sophie murmured sympathetically. “They were all dead,” Sam continued. “Black and burned out. And I could see as the little drops of my blood settled on them, coated the ends.” She gave a little hiccup, and then a sob. “Then I knew that he wanted to kill me and I felt... I felt terror and... Anger... such rage!”
“And then what happened?” Caine demanded a little impatiently.
“It... it was like a burning anger, like ‘how dare he think about killing me!’ and it shot through my mind like a real fire.” She looked across at the twitching and whimpering vampire. “The fire then seemed to shoot out and exploded all those tiny drops of blood,” she whispered in horror.
“And then what?”
“They’re just burning now, just burning his nerve ends.”
“So what you’re saying...” Sophie frowned thoughtfully. “Is that everyone of his nerve endings is now on fire?”
“Yes!” Sam hissed. “I can see them in my mind, all his nerves are glowing and bright now, are burning bright... are coming to life again.”
“It must be agony for him.” Sophie muttered sympathetically.
Sam however just glared across at him. “Yessss!” she hissed again.
“Can you help him Sam?” Sophie asked her softly.
Again Sam glared at the vampire who was lying on the hard ground literally crippled with agony.
“He was going to kill me!” she snapped sulkily.
“Please Sam!” Sophie whispered earnestly. “This is not what we are, this is not what YOU are; you’re not a cruel person.”
Sam gave a little sniff before she moved cross the cavern towards Christian.
She knelt down on the ground next to him, and allowed her hand to run gently across his forehead, much like Sophie had done earlier.
“Ssshhh,” she whispered softly. “Everything will be okay.”
Christian looked up at her blankly for a moment, but then his eyes cleared and his shaking and twitching calmed and he closed his eyes in relief.
“Thank you!” he groaned hoarsely.
Sam sat over him for a while, tenderly combing back his hair, and stroking down the side of his face, the only part of him she could see.
Finally though she gave a little sigh and moved away from him again.
“He’ll sleep now,” she said to Sophie and Caine with a shrug.
“And when he wakes up?” Caine asked.
Sam gave another little shrug. “I don’t know, either he will start crying in agony again, he’ll try and kill every last one of us, or.... something else.” She shrugged her shoulders for a third time and held her hands out. “I really don’t know!” she exclaimed crossly.
“Maybe we should think about tying him up or something?” Sophie whispered to Caine.
“If he’s still a vampire then the rope will slow him down for maybe ten seconds, but no longer, and it certainly won’t incapacitate him... probably annoy him though.”
“If he’s still a vampire then he’s going to wake up with a right sack on any way.” Sam said without bothering to look at the other two. “And surely ten seconds is a hell of a lot better than waking up dead, because he got to us before we even realised what was happening.”
“I don’t need to rest, so I’ll keep watch over him, while you two lie down for a bit.” Caine told them decisively.
Sam winced as she stretched out muscles that still ached from her bout of sleeping on the hard ground.
“I’ve had all the rest that I need, or want in this godforsaken place,” she told Caine. “So you and Sophie go and get some rest... or at least you keep Sophie warm on that cold hard ground while she takes a nap.”
Caine looked across at Sophie and his eyes glittered with quicksilver.
Sam followed his gaze and also looked at her sister, and was surprised to see her blush.
“Just remember that I’m here and can hear everything you two get up to,” she warned sternly.
Caine picked up the blanket that Sam had used earlier and walked over to where Sophie was sitting. He held out his hand to help her to her feet, and kept hold of it while they walked to the very far side of the cavern.
Caine sat down and rested his back against the rough damp wall, which he could clearly feel through the thick leather of his biker’s jacket.
He spread his long legs wide and Sophie sat down and leaned back against him with a tired sigh.
“I didn’t realise how tired I was,” she whispered huskily as Caine threw the blanket over them both and wrapped his arms around her.
“Try and get some rest, and I’ll keep a watch over your sister,” he murmured softly.
As Sophie relaxed into his arms, Caine leaned his head back against the cold damp wall. He allowed his mind to relax, allowed his thoughts to quieten and then sent out a call.
Caine added power to the call, concentrated harder, and closed his eyes. ‘Matt?’
The silence that came back was so absolute - that it was unnerving. It was as though there was a wall between him and his brother, as though something was blocking their communication.
‘Tell Sarah that Sam is okay.’
He gathered the thought and shoved every ounce of energy he could into it and then threw it out there.
Maybe the message would get through.
Maybe Sarah had already picked up on her sisters and knew that Sam was okay.
Maybe Sarah was doing something with Matt; that was fixing his concentration on her.
Caine gave a rueful little smile as he remembered how he had reacted to being ‘revived’ by Sophie.
If Sarah had managed to do something similar to Matt then maybe there was hope for all of them...
Matt at that moment had his fangs out and his bloodlust on full throttle as he homed in on that main vein in Sarah’s throat.
He snarled angrily as she tried desperately to fight him off.
Matt the man was locked away to rant and rage; while the beast took control and sought nourishment.
Matt the man dimly heard his brother’s call but could do nothing to answer, or alert them of the danger that Sarah faced.
The beast was in control, and its control was absolute.
Sarah gave a sob as she tried again to push him away.
“What are you doing Matt?” she cried. “Why are you doing this?”
Sam sat watching the vampire with hard wary eyes. He had tried to kill her once and she had no doubt that given the opportunity he would try to do so again.
The figure lying on the cold hard floor groaned and stirred suddenly, and Sam sat up straight as she peered at him.
She took a quick glance back over her shoulder, to the far side of cavern to where Caine and Sophie were huddled together...
She moved silently across to the vampire... creeping closer. About a foot from him she stopped again and crouched down to watch him warily.
Christian groaned again and then without warning he rolled over so that he was facing her.
Sam fell back in alarm as she caught the gleam of his quicksilver eyes, reflecting from the flames of the small camp fire.
“You!” he hissed as he slowly sat up. “You did this to me!”
Sam glared at him defiantly.
“You tried to kill me... I... I defended myself!!”
“Defended yourself?!” his quicksilver eyes narrowed as he moved closer to her.
Sam blinked as a wave of drowsiness washed over her.
“You would have killed me,” she whispered vaguely as her shoulders dropped and her head became heavy.
"You did this to me!" he said again as he dropped down beside her. "You never should have let me live... but you did!"
Sophie stirred in Caine's arms and his eyes snapped open.
"I must have fallen asleep as well!" he muttered almost in disbelief.
They looked to the centre of the cavern to the fire that flickered and the two people huddled close together.
"Sam!" Sophie called out in alarm as she scrambled to her feet.
As the two of them dashed across, Sam looked to Sophie in embarrassment, and Christian looked at Caine warily.
“He wasn’t trying to hurt me!” Sam blurted out uncomfortably. “He was just...”
The colour flooded her cheeks and she looked away as she trailed off.
“He was just... what?” Caine demanded as he glared at Christian.
When it looked like neither of them was going to answer, Caine grabbed Christian by the front of his shirt and dragged him to his feet.
“What were you doing to her?” he demanded. “What tricks were you playing on her to manipulate her?”
Christian’s quicksilver eyes burned like molten steel, glowing with pain... with agony.
“It’s the pain,” he whimpered. “It... it hurts so very bad, but she can make it stop, she can make it burn; like the fires of hell, but she can also make me feel well and alive and warm again...”
“And how does she do that?” Sophie asked as she hugged her sister protectively.
“She can’t control it, so I have to control her.”
“We are linked her and me. As long as she feels well and happy, I feel well. But if she is upset or angry or hurting, then I feel like there are a billion scolding pins sticking in my body... So I have to make her feel good.” Christian seemed sincere as he told them what was happening between him and Sam...
“Can we trust him; do you think?” Sophie whispered to Caine, as they stood close together a little away from the other two.
Caine shook his head firmly. “Not at all.” He spoke in a low voice, but his gaze was fixed on the vampire / man - whatever he was - was becoming.
His look challenged him; letting Christian know that Caine was aware he could hear even their quietest of voices.
“Christian already has one master; he won’t bow down to another.”
“But Sam isn’t controlling him!” Sophie protested. “In fact it’s more like the other way around at the moment. Christian is manipulating HER... controlling her.”
“There’s something that you should know!” Christian suddenly said loudly.
“What?” Caine asked looking across at him sharply.
Christian looked at Sophie for a moment, and something flashed in his eyes.
“She said that you were called Sarah?” he said almost accusingly.
Sam’s head shot up angrily and Christian whimpered.
“I did NOT!” she denied hotly.
“What are you talking about Christian?” Caine snapped impatiently.
“Before you two got here... before she...” he glanced pointedly at Sam. “Well I sent a message...”
Caine stiffened immediately. “A message! How? To who?”
Christian’s lips curled mockingly. “You think that you and your brother are unique in that ability?”
Caine shook his head even as he scowled impatiently. “No... There are plenty of ways for people to communicate...” he looked at Sophie pointedly. “What you have with your sister’s?”
Sophie shook HER head. “We can’t talk to each other; it’s just sometimes an impression, vague at best.”
“I sent them to your house in the woods...” Christian cut in impatiently. “I sent them after Sarah!”
Again he looked at Sophie, whose colour drained from her cheeks. “Caine!” she whimpered.
Caine was already sending out his call, reaching out to locate his brother...
All he could feel was a cold emptiness, and he wanted to cry out as the pain slammed into him.
Always... over the long hard years, no matter what happened Caine had always had his brother there, for support and strength to share what ever came their way.
He counted on that more than anything else in his existence; that knowledge that his brother was a part of it... until now.
Caine stumbled back, clutching at his chest, as the pain lodged there where his heart had been beating... faltering.
Christian sat up straighter and his eyes narrowed on Caine, almost with hatred. “And now you’re just like the rest of us... aren’t you? Alone; with only your demon for company.”
Sophie rushed over to him and put her arm around him for support.
“You’re not alone!” she whispered vehemently. “You’ll never be alone as long as I’m alive!”
Sarah opened eyes that were sore and dry, and groaned hoarsely as the pain echoed through her temples.
She was being jostled around like a sack of potatoes, she was slung over someone’s – SOMETHING’s shoulder, and as she glanced down to the ground she whimpered dizzily.
The ground was flying beneath her, who – WHAT – ever was carrying her so easily was moving at a terrific – terrifying speed.
The other thing she became aware of was feeling cold; bone chilling, never be warm again cold.
It was a coldness that was coming from the thing that was carrying her; as though it was draining her heat right from the very heart of her.
She clamped her teeth together to stop from crying out again, that voice that had echoed through her mind...
Suddenly the ground beneath them came to a halt, and Sarah was aware that it was manmade ground beneath them now, a road, a pavement, and then a path!
Its feet stomped loudly as did several more, as they walked through a courtyard and then clambered up some concrete steps, under a porch and then through a pair of massive doors.
Sarah whimpered in terror, as she was carried into this strange building; into god only knew what fate.
She couldn’t help but scream when she was suddenly pulled from its shoulders and dropped to the ground.
She lay frozen on the ground, terrified to move and for a few seconds even to breathe.
“You!” a cold malicious voice suddenly echoed around the walls.
Sarah slowly lifted her head to glance across to where that voice came from.
She gave a low groan of terror and her head dropped again in total submission.
Those eyes! She thought wildly to herself. Sarah had never looked at a person before and known that they would kill her in a heartbeat, that her life had absolutely no value to them at all.
“Who are you?” that voice demanded. “Why have you been brought here?”
She shrugged her shoulders, not daring to look up again.
“I don’t know why I’m here,” she whispered. “My name is Sarah, and I am no one special.”
“Sarah!” another voice spoke up. “You were supposed to be someone important! Christian sent word my lord... that the girl Sarah was to be brought here to you... for interrogation!”
“I don’t understand why though,” she whimpered.
She heard footsteps and then a large cold shadow fell across her.
It was the same cold malicious voice, but now it held power. Sarah’s shoulders relaxed, as she scrambled to her feet, and slowly she felt her willpower drain away.
A cold hand touched her chin, and her head was tilted so that she was forced to look up into those eyes again.
‘Keep calm... keep silent!’ a familiar voice echoed inside her mind, and Sarah blinked... just the once.
“Beautiful!” the voice murmured softly to her. “I shall claim you for myself; I think.”
As he released her chin, Sarah allowed her head to lower again, so that she was once more looking down at the ground in what appeared to be a beaten and submissive gesture.
“Take her to my apartments, and have her prepared for me... and someone get a hold of Christian!” he growled in annoyance. “He knows how I hate having people dropped into my home... even one as - delicious as this one,” he almost purred as he again tilted her chin to get a good look at her face.
‘Be calm!’ that voice echoed silently once more.
She felt a cold hand on her arm, and Sarah turned blankly to see a woman, with cold lifeless eyes, and a hint of spite in the way she looked at Sarah.
“This way!” she snapped.
She led Sarah down several corridors, going deeper into this godforsaken house.
And it was forsaken by god... Sarah felt like she was hovering on the precipice of hell itself, and ALL these creatures were its spawns.
She felt, and knew that she was a magnet for all those here, that the life inside her was a beacon that attracted every last one of them.
Sarah had never felt such terror in all her life.
‘Be calm... be silent.’
She walked silently beside the ‘thing’ that looked like a woman, but Sarah knew was not even human.
The – ‘creature’ guided Sarah to a suite of rooms, and once inside; she smiled coldly at her.
“You are to be bathed and clothed in the manner which pleases our lord... You will comply and cooperate.... Please!”
The ‘please’ was emphasised with a sarcastic drawl and Sarah understood immediately.
“Like I have any other choice?”
The creature’s smile turned into a sneer.
“You understand... GOOD!” she practically purred. “You will be joined by our lord later...”
Alone in the room Sarah sank onto the bed with a defeated sigh. She tried to remember... she knew that there was something important that she had to remember.
‘Be calm...’ the brush against her mind was a delicate feather like touch.
‘Who are you?’ Sarah thought the thought and tried to project it.
Silence was her only reward.
She lowered her head and closed her eyes. What had happened? What was the last thing to happen before those – things had attacked them...
Her head shot up and her eyes blazed vibrant blue.
“Oh god!” she whimpered as the tears filled her eyes. “Matt!”
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