Sorry i haven't updated lately. Life is hectic and to speak the truth i missed my writing probably as much as you guys did. GAH with all the non-writing weeks my minds been exploding with ideas soooo i hope you're still with me in this and HERES the next chapter
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Chapter Ten
“Rebecca,” I felt a glass pressed against my lips and I moaned in objection, turning my head away even as my stomach rumbled it’s declaration of hunger. No. I wouldn’t succumb. I didn’t feel hungry. Didn’t feel sadness. Or anger. Or hopelessness. Those had faded away with the days past. No, all I felt was icy numbness that never seemed to fade.
There was a movement from the corner of my eye and then an ice cold hand jerked my chin to the right. I kept my eyes tilted and refused to look at my captor. Fingertips traced over my lips.
“You need to eat Rebecca. You’re fading away.” Emotionless I stared up at a face of perfection and eyes of flames. Tried to feel- something. But nothing within me stirred. Not even the ice.
Fading away…
What a amusing way to put it.
Yes. I was fading from this world. This life. My life. Life itself.
Funny, I had the distinct feeling that before- sometime in the past -the proposition of such a thing would’ve concerned me more. Now it was but a dim beacon to some other place where I’d feel cold.
The grip tightened and pain shot through the fragile bone structure of my face yet I didn’t wince, didn’t make a sound. Just continued to stare up into the eyes of a being I deemed a monster at one time that now seemed the most innocent in this tiny room of blood. Was it possible that I was the monster? Was anything else But that possible? Had I not agreed to something then flung the consequences and blame at someone else? Had I not enjoyed my sin while it lasted?
“God Damn it, Rebecca!” Fury ignited within the creatures eyes and then he flung my head to the side and whirled away. An ache was throbbing within my neck but I ignored it. He had been constant in his little bouts of violence the past days, the act didn’t even bump me out of my thoughts anymore, unlike the first day.
Ahh, the first day. There had been so many tears and anger and burning confusion that choked and strangled. Yelling and shouting. Screaming and sobbing. He’d hit me and I hit him back and then he’d hit me harder then raced from the room. I stared at the wall of deep red and watched light flicker over it. There was no point in such things now. I was the one who got hurt, not that I really cared at this point. I would only be here till he tired of me, till there was a better toy around to assuage his everlasting hunger. Though it had certainly been a while since he had drunk from me. Perhaps I should be mad or sad or upset in some way or another but that was the way the world spun wasn’t it? Ying and Yang; push and pull: the laws of the world of fairness and injustice. I was just going through a low loop. Maybe my life would end in this low.
I stared hard at the strands of red that tumbled down from my head.
Would it really matter?
A loud smack resounded through the room and I felt heat scorch the side of my face at the same time wetness flooded over my cheek.
What?
I frowned in confusion and brought one heavy hand up to investigate. I looked at it in fascination; blood. I watched as a drop formed slowly, then fell to the mattress below. The source of life. The cause of death. Blood. I looked up to find Damien standing over me, eyes flaring, nostrils flared. He caught my eye and snarled, tangling his hand in my hair to grab my skull and haul my torso up towards him.
