Deadly Thirst

September 6-Trixon

*I run out of her room, checking for clues as to where she went. Obviously, they wouldn't go back to the guest house. More than likely, they would go to the estates, where they are safe. 

"Damn it!" I yell, and throw the chair at the door in frustration. I pace, feeling useless in this house. With every passing second, every passing minute, she could be getting tortured towards insanity. I try searching for her mind. I search and search, coming across wolves, deer, vampires, but not Sita. There is no limit to where my mind can travel, and still, I cannot find her. I pound down the stairs to the room Aris had given me for the time being. I fling the door open and start putting things together. I may not know where she is, but I sure as hell will search every goddamned corner of this shit filed planet.

Again, I let them have her. Again, I let her down. The last thing she had done was scream my name, and I had just stood there like a jackass. I don't know what I feel anymore. So many conflicted emotions, too many secrets. I don't want to hurt her, but it seems like I did that anyways by trying to protect her from me. I shake my head clear and fill my pack with necessities. Clothes, signet ring, the blade Sita had given me for my tenth birthday, and a few clothes. What I plan to do, I have no idea, but it seemed right to just leave.

I pull my pack onto my back and close the door behind me. I follow her scent trail down the stairs, into the living room. The trail is fading quickly, though I know I will eventually find her. Aris looks at me quizzically, but doesn't say anything to me. I open the door and step onto the porch. I take a deep breath and head towards her home in Moscow, Russia, where I absolutely know that they would have told her it was necessary to go there. I pass shops and many different houses. I don't waste any time going to Moscow. My determination is too far gone to waste anything else on this. I need to find her before they get her killed again. Tis time I don't know if we could bring her back again. 

I pause at the Britain border, unsure if I should continue on this perilous track. I will more than likely end up dead today, or tomorrow, whichever comes first. My thoughts are jumbled and I know that I will stay this way for a while. I take another deep breath, crossing the invisible border of Britain, unable to think about anything other than killing the demons who had made Sita destroy my only family. I know that it isn't her fault that she had killed my mother, Trian Conner, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt.  I cross Germany, feet slapping the ground in an angry rhythm. I shake my head, clearing all thoughts of impurities. I keep my head on the thought that I need to find Sita. Yaksha, Aris, Masine, Kira, Kajo, Kona, none of them would forgive me if I just left her. Hell, I wouldn't even forgive myself if I left her there.

After Germany was Poland, a country that had demolished half of France in a little civil war between them. My mom had been from France, my father, my dad at home, had been from Russia like Sita. My clothes are snapping behind me, rubbing against my ribs and back, making them chaffed. 

Finally, I arrive in Russia, but I'm still far from Moscow. I know they would have taken her to her childhood home, where Jason had told a wolf to kill Elisabeth. I had been devastated when I saw that blade slam through her chest, nothing I could have done. Houses dot the horizon, the sun rising over the edge. Ii have been running for about two days, not stopping. Mostly the country of Russia is a wild land full of rogues. Every once in a while, you would see a wolf running freely through to woods, or a vampire feeding in broad daylight. It doesn't matter what you say about Russia, but it is one of the most beautiful countries there is. Moscow is about 75 miles from where I am now, but I don't want to run anymore, I just want to rest.

My head is pounding, it feels as if my head is about to explode, yet I don't think there is anything that I could do about it, unless it's a lack of feeding, but I doubt it. The only thing I can think about is getting the pounding to stop. Morphine? No. Tylenol? Won't work. I continue walking, though slowly. I spot a blood bar and walk in. There are three vampires feeding in corners and the bar is full of humans wanting to get a quick cup of vodka.