Music To My Soul

Ch. 13

(TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE AND VIOLENCE)

Timothy:

It's been two days since the whole bet was made, and Vlad refuses to leave me alone. I told him I needed space, but he refuses to leave me be. He keeps his distance, the band working in overdrive on both fronts the band forcing him to keep his distance for the most part, and I woke up every day with a new wave of sickness to where I would vomit out the yellow venom, and blood was beginning to taste like iron and sour. I had to sneak around to get a small amount of human food just to get any nutrition. I was currently in the Library, reading about Music theory, Vlad was at the other end of the couch, writing in his journal, looking frustrated. I feel a wave of nausea fill my gut, and the urge to get sick was fast and sudden. 

" If you'll excuse me, I need some alone time." 

" No, you will stay with me. I don't-" 

" Vlad, for fucks sake, I'm not going anywhere but the fucking bathroom, leave me alone for 5 damn minutes, good fucking god!" 

I storm off, leaving Vlad feeling scolded for a brief moment, before warping to my old room, and locking the door for some semblance of privacy. I feel a fresh wave roll over me, and I go upchuck, black blood and sickly yellow venom now staring back at me, the black blood being  new thing. This goes on for a good few hours, with brief moments of relief, Vlad's energy sitting outside the door, flushing every few times so it didn't build up too much. Once I finally felt hallow and empty, I stripped down and got into the shower, the warm water making my body release all the aches I had. Vlad popped his head in, and I didn't hesitate to throw the bar of soap at his head, missing, but my point was made enough he did dodge it. 

" Leave me alone, Vlad! For fucks sake, I want to be left alone!" 

He left, sorrow crossing my mind briefly before the guilt sank in. I don't like how he's made me into a violent person. I hate it. I was never like this, and this virus, this sickness he gave me makes me feel so damn cruel and horrible. Yes, I did ask for it, but I wasn't informed properly of what it would do, and now I regret it. I wish I had listened to him when he said it was a rabbit hole. I wish I hadn't ever come to this version of wonderland. I fucking hate it, I hate him, I hate myself. I got out of the shower, and I looked in the mirror, the red looking muddied and more like rust than blood. This cuff was working wonders beyond my comprehension. I get redressed in my old clothing, and go into my old room to find Vlad sitting in an arm chair, watching the door with keen interest, his face voided and his eyes flaming like the fires of hell and filled with something that unnerved me. 

" You look unwell, draga mea. I think you need to sleep and rest. Maybe you had a bad blood bag. It has been known to happen. I'm sorry if I've been overbearing. I know I can get a bit much when I feel threatened, and I am worried I'm going to lose you. I don't want you to hate me like you do. I'm sorry." 

I saw him flash his baby blues, and some part of me didn't believe him, and some other part did. I walked over to him, and he gently moved to hold me close. His scent was so intense that it made me break down crying. I missed all these tender moments. He hasn't had many of them since Alex came into my life more and more, and it feels like he's digging his claws into me so I can't leave without severe pain. 

" Draga, what's that on your arm? It makes my skin itch and I can feel the blessing." 

" A gift from Alex, and no, I'm not taking it off, so don't bother asking me to."

He grabs my arm just below the cuff, and I notice his nails dig in a bit. 

" You think you can just be disobedient like this, darling? I don't want any proof of that papist in this home. Take it off, now. It's an order." 

" No. I'm not going to!" 

Our eyes met, and his grew full of fury, the gentleness gone from mere seconds before. 

" Your eyes are brown, not red. Your eyes have never been brown! What is the cuff doing to you?!" 

" Removing a mistake I wish I hadn't made! You never told me I'd become like this! Violent, vicious, and volatile! You tricked me, damn it!" 

Vlad smacked me, my head feeling a bruise growing on my jaw, a snarl of disgust and loathing. He warped us through his shadows to a room where the walls were round and stone, the mortar looking old and hard as hell to break. It had a lone window, but it was barred and almost impossible to even stick a hand out it. 

" You are turning into the same person just like the others before you! Like Mina, like Graecille, but you resemble Roza more and more everyday, and like hell am I letting you get away with this! You will rot in here until the end of time! You are mine! That papist can't find you here! I will not lose another one to a holy man!"

" What happened to you, Vlad!? You were so nice in California! Why did you get so jealous of one fucking guy!?" 

" Because much like the others before you, they were all ripped from me by a man of similar virtue! I refuse to lose another to a fucking holy man of God! YOU ARE MINE UNTIL YOU DROP DEAD!" 

His voice boomed off the walls, my face soaked in tears and a small bit of blood from where he struck me. He vanished into thin air, and I scrambled to find my phone in my pockets. It had service, but it did have limited battery. I was currently at 75 percent. Good. It could last a while so long as I only use it for quick short messages. I type one out to Alex, telling him what's going on and where I was. I let myself sob and sob, praying that Alex would find me. 

" God, if you hear me, please let Alex save me, I'll join the church, just have him save me. I'll believe and start going, I'll even get fucking baptized, just please, let him save me from this."