Beyond The Fangs

Chapter 48

JAEGER

Never did I think that breathing would bring as much excruciating pain as it did now.

I gasped in a breath of air and immediately wished I hadn't because of the sharp, piercing sensation that exploded in my stomach.

"He's awake again!" An unknown, feminine voice called out.

My gasp of air turned into a groan of pain, and that groan caused just as much pain.

"Hurry!"

Immediately, I felt two sharp points, like fangs, dig into my neck and the pain slowly began to subside as I slowly lost consciousness.

I woke up again, and pain surged through my body still.

A voice cursed, a male this time. "Can he stop waking up dammit! How much blood do I have to—"

"Just shut up and drink!"

The fangs sank into my neck and the pain abated before I lost consciousness again.

"Crap! He's convulsing!" The feminine voice panicked as soon as I reached consciousness.

"Dammit!" Then there were fangs in my neck... again.

Finally, I woke up and wasn't overcome by a burst of pain.

"You won't need to drink blood for decades now," teased the unknown female voice.

"Screw you," the other voice retorted. "Ah, that was gross. I've never drunk vampire blood."

"Not technically a vampire."

"Same difference."

My eyes slowly opened and saw I was in a cabin, one that didn't look familiar to me. I groaned as I tried to sit up, but was made to lie down again when the vampires saw me.

"Just stay down," the male said. "I'm not drinking any more of your blood if you mess up the stitches."

Stitches? I craned my neck and saw that my body, my stomach had been sown up. I felt like—

"Don't look," the vampire that drank my blood said, blocking the sight with his hands, "I'm pretty sure vomiting won't help, right?"

"Right," the other vampire said, the female who I imagined was the one who'd sowed me up.

"Who—" I began.

"Don't talk," the vampire that drank my blood said, covering my mouth. "Can he talk?"

"Yes," the female said with a faintly amused smile.

The vampire slowly, cautiously lifted his hand from my mouth, "go ahead."

"Who are you guys?" I asked, my voice hoarse, a faint pain coming from the stitches.

"Damn his voice is croaky. Whatever you do, don't clear your throat okay, it won't do you any good." The male vampire advised.

"I'm Feyre, and that's my brother Oryn."

"I'd say a pleasure to meet you but," Oryn revealed his fangs to show the dried blood, "it wasn't much of a pleasure."

Feyre and Oryn. "You saved me?"

"We did," Feyre confirmed, "and you're probably wondering why aren't you?"

I nodded, then Oryn took over, "because we hate the Zas."

I remained quiet, waiting for him to elaborate, but it didn't seem like he was going to so Feyre took over again.