I can't sleep.I hate when I can't sleep, it makes my anxiety so bad. Nightmares filling my sights as I put my hands to my eyes and sighed, I wanted to talk to that Lost again. However, Ithe has told me his spirit has gone almost entirely insane and I had grown to trust my shadow more and more.
Not even a spell can help me now, rest won't come without answers.
I wore a baby pink night gown, unable to handle the heat of actual clothes. The silk pressed against my breasts as I stood and wrapped a robe around my body. I needed answers, anything that would help me stop Natalia. She was always two steps ahead and there was nothing I could do, I needed the knowledge to protect myself and get my revenge. I wasn't going to get those answers from sitting around and waiting.
Slipping from my room as I stormed down the royal halls, twisting and turning down halls as the sunlight beamed through the windows.
My body walking around the memorized garden, my body had long to miss the sun. It tempted me and caused me to get homesick. I haven't been homesick in forever. Leading my body down the dungeon stairwell as I prepared myself to see the beastly prisoner. His teeth made saliva as his blood red eyes watched me. I allowed authentic to take over, maybe she could do something. "Hello there beastly." It snarled up at the shadow as she scouted around the room, her attention looking at the wind as Ithe place my hand on the skin.
It felt tougher than human skin and sent a wave of chills up my spine. "Is there anything we do to get answers out of him?" I asked Ithe but she shrugged.
"I can't spell him, he's on the brink of death." She told me, then she looked down to my hands and a smile crept on my face. We shared a mind so I knew what she was thinking but I didn't even have time to stop her. Ithe used the Vampire's talon to cut my skin, blood dripped the floor as she hissed from the pain. "Humans are so delicate." The Lost lunged out at me and snapped his teeth. Ithe lifted her hand over his mouth and let my blood fall into his mouth. He took it all in as he slowly began to heal himself, "Not yet beastly, you won't be getting your complete power back. I need you." She laughed.
This bitch was insane.
"Ithe back away from the Lost." I said but she didn't stop.
The shadow placed her palm around the Lost's neck, using our strength to hold him. "It's time to give us the information we need little beastly, so I'll be taking something of yours." Ithe looked down to our feet, his shadow matched to mine. The demon in my mind crawled out as my body burned with fury. "Break these bones and bend them back. Bind your shadow to mine." Ithe commanded the room, as I held into my scream. This pain pulled on every vein of my body.
Memories rushing to my head as I let the lost go, I took my body back from the demon. Auto pilot stopping as I covered my ears. Voices filled my head, faces in my mind. Natalia to my eyes. Madness in every part of my sanity as I slowly backed away from the Lost who bowled against the night.
I turned away and ran up the stairs.
I put my hands into my robe as blood smeared against the fabric. Sprinting down the halls as light touched my skin. It wasn't long before I realized someone was following me, Ithe settled on the edges of my tongue. I checked behind me, my body on edge as Natalia's face returns. The Lost's memories filled my body, his family and his desires.
Someone grabbed my shoulder, I turned around and threw my arm out. The blonde Prince looked down on me. His eyes burning into my soul as I blinked away my madness. His fangs pierced his skin as he refused to release me from his grasp, "Delia, come on. Feed from me." He ordered me but I didn't flinch, I didn't want to blood share with him anymore. He body fell against the wall as he dropped to the ground, my body sitting into him as I could feel his erection. Blood got him off, I should feel disgusted with him and myself.
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A Hymn of Snakes
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