Princess of Night (ch 22)

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Neils Point of View

I was hunting when I heard the scream. I stopped. Stood still.

Then I listened for a moment. The only sounds I heard was the hooting of an owl.

Then another scream cut through the still air.

My heart stopped and a wave of nausea came over me.

I knew instantly that the scream belonged to Ash. I ran, through the thicket of the trees, the wind rushing past me.

The silvery light of the moon filtered through the trees. I came to a stop.

Ash was lying motionless against a tree. Her eyes were closed shut, her long lashes unblinking against her cheek. The blood glistened on her skin.

I flitted over to her, resting my hand on her cold arm. This is my fault.

I breathed out as it dawned on me what I was going to do. I had to turn her into a vampire....or else she would die.

Part of me screamed at me not to do it. After all hadn't she been through enough?

But there was no way I could let her die.

I bit into my wrist and tore the skin. Blood seeped from the wound. I slowly tipped back Ash's head and opened her mouth, holding my wrist over it.

The blood trickled into her mouth.

After a while I decided that I had given enough that she would survive. The cut on my wrist healed up soon enough. I stretched her out on the forest floor, examining her injuries and placing my hand over each of them so that they would heal. I watched slowly as the bruises disappeared, the wounds sealed up and the broken bones knitted themselves together.

Then...I waited.

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