Dead Bite

Chapter 6

I trace my finger down Damien's torso. His toned abs flex each time I poke them. The sun is just poking out of the horizon. My body still aches from last night and my back is beginning to burn. My back feels like a tiger clawing my back. Man am I thirsty from last night. Damien has told me I am not allowed to walk or stand; however, I want a drink and he is asleep. I carefully swing my legs over the side of the bed. I plant my feet on the ground and push off the bed. My back feels as if my skin is being slashed with a whip. I hold onto the bed and look around the room. I need something to cover myself with. I notice Damien's shirt laying on the ground. I pick it up with pain jolting up and down my spine. I slip it over my head and head for the door. I trip over my legs and land on the cart with tools. The tools clutter and I peer behind me. Damien rolls over and cuddles up next to the blanket.
I head for the door and turn the creaky door knob. The door slides open with ease so I walk out. I use the wall as a support as I make my way down the hall. Which way am I supposed to be going? I wonder. I have not walked through this building; Damien had carried me while I was passed out. I head in the direction I think is right. Half way down the hallway I, yet again, trip over my own legs. I have nothing to catch me this time. I hit the ground, using my hands to prevent me from hurting myself to much.
"Ouch," I whisper. I manage to get to my knees before someone grasps my shoulder. I look back and see Luke! He gags me and picks me up. Luke looks terrible. He has many missing teeth and his left eye is swollen, black and blue.
"Hello, princess. Nice to see you," he growls angrily. I squirm around, only causing my back more pain. My toes touch the ground and he holds a knife to my neck.
"Let's go outside, shall we?" He cackles. He drags me down the hall and outside where everyone is. I squirm in his arms and he pushes the knife against my neck. I whimper as the knife began going into my skin.
"Hello there, everyone!" He screams. Everyone turns towards us. I hear Zachariah yelling something and then George, Jacob, and Hank is in the crowd that surrounds us.
"Let her go!" Someone yells. Luke turns towards the infirmary and there Damien stands with his gun pointed towards us. Luke tackles a malevolent laugh.
"Or what? Will you shoot me? Not while I have her!"
"I will shoot you if it's the only way to protect her," Damien growl.
"Why do you want to protect her? Oh, is it because you marked her?" Luke laughs. Luke is completely off his rocker. I hear some gasp in the crowd behind us.
"She's mine, Luke! I already claimed her and she has claimed me!"
"Oh, is that so?" I squirm around trying to get away. Tears ran down my face. Why does this happen so early in the morning? I then hear several other guns being loaded. Luke turns around and Jacob, Hank, George, and Zachariah all have their guns pointed towards us. Luke laughs.
"Go ahead and shoot at me! You shoot me and I'll slit her throat before I'm dead!" I shake my head trying to hit him in the face. He grabs my neck and holds it to his chest. He takes away the gag.
"Stop it!" I cry trying to get away. He turns back towards Damien, who is now just feet away.
"Let her go! You're hurting her!" Damien yells.
"Oh, you don't like seeing me touch her?" 
"Stop! No no no please!" I plead. I stare right at Damien. "Shoot him!" I scream. Luke pulls on my shirt and rips it off of me. I am now standing there with no clothes on except for my underwear. He holds onto my neck. He licks up my neck and to my cheek. I scream and flare around.

"This is payback!" He lifts the knife up, ready to strike me when all of a sudden I am on the ground. I lay there cradling my legs close to my chest. I feel myself shaking immensely. People surround me, but Damien is the first one by me. He holds me close as I cry. I stay in a ball as Damien hyolds me close. George is the second person next to me.

"Kaylee, I need to see your back," he touches my back and I cringe away even closer to Damien. I look over to where Luke's body lie. He is staring right at me with his dead eyes. Jacob gets in the way so I cannot see. I cannot think straight at all.
"Kaylee, I have to take a look at your back in order to help you," he reaches for me.
"Stop! Stay away from me!" I cry. My shaking takes a whole new turn. I can physically see my own body shaking.
"Kaylee, sweetie, look at me," Damien calls. I look into his eyes as he picks me up. I yelp because my back feels as if it were tearing again. I stare into Damien's eyes and feel a bit more relaxed. Before I know it we were upstairs in the room. I am so focused on Damien's eyes, which causes me to forget everything that happened. George and the other male are in the room with us and I curl up into a ball against Damien.