Soul Master

41. Amèlie

Silence.

Emptiness.

Nothingness.

I felt my body tingle, the awareness that my form was becoming nothingness didn't frighten me as it should, I gradually began to lose feeling in my toes, my feet, my fingers and hands. And as I did the memory of having ever had them faded too. I was becoming nothing, and I was okay with that. Aphador's voice had left, the struggle for my body seemed to have ended with me alone. With no sense of wholeness, no need to return to life. Not even a feeling of numbness had washed over me. I lied in the stillness of what I was, the stillness of nothing.

No future.

My past flickered absently in my thoughts but I never wondered for a moment what I might have become if I hadn't chosen peace. Memories were meaningless here in this place.

I felt the tingle in my legs, and the sensation that they too no longer existed began to calm me further, and the memory of having had them slowly began to fade away.

I was the stillness of life.

I was absolute nothing.

A taste tinged my tongue, my focus on fading away suddenly distracted, the feeling in my legs returning to me, along with the feeling of hunger.

But hunger meant something more than nothingness. It meant existence.

Existence didn't belong here with me.

Amii?

I heard his call and it sent a streak of light through my minds eye and suddenly I was cast out from the nothingness. No longer able to belong.

Amii

His voice was urgent.

My eyes shot open peering up into his tear streaked face, our eyes met and a look of wonder cast over his beautiful eyes.

Then the pain.

I screamed out as my insides burned and my skin felt ripped.

'Amèlie!' He shoved his hand to my mouth and held me up slightly in his firm hold, taking a seat beside my body on the bed.

My mouth closed over his wound and I sucked greedily at the blood he was giving, feeling it heat through my mouth, a mixture of sweetness and copper, I bit down as a wave of pain surged through me and felt him tense.

Blood.

More blood.

My mind reached out eagerly and I felt heat course through me in little waves.

'You're alive.' Asha whispered repeatedly, I felt him press his lips against the top of my head still holding me, allowing me to drain him. It wasn't enough. I needed more.

I pulled back and looked up at him, his eyes for a moment unable to conceal the pain he had felt as I drank from him.

'Not yet,' I panted. 'I need-'

Before I could finish my sentence he brought his other hand up and with a something sharp, without hesitation, sliced down the length of his wrist. He winced in pain, and I watched as his chest heaved, before taking my attention to the deep slice he had just made. Hunger overcame me, as I watched the blood trail like a leaking tap down his arm. I ran my tongue up catching it before it dripped and locked my mouth over the gushing wound.

I felt his pulse pumping blood into my mouth, sating me, my pain subsiding. I felt my wounds tighten as though being pulled tight, and laced back together. Broken bones cracked causing instant pain and just as quickly they shifted into place fusing back together, then the pain subsided. As I took from Asha his blood, every piece of me that had been broken from my skin and bones to the anguish of despair in my mind, I began to heal. I lost myself in his donation vaguely aware that his body had become limp, and the warmth of him was draining as quick as I was drinking him.