Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
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(Thursday night, September 13th)
I unexplainably could feel all of her pain when it was happening.
The meresecondthat I arrived back from my work conference and my ring accoutered hand slid into the varnished driver's door handle of my Lucid Air Sapphire to announce myself inside the ventilated garage, I had started to feel all of my internal systems becoming statically fuzzy and pained severely.
A deep inhale rapidly tore out my lips when my body fully exited the electric vehicle and my high heels struck to a standstill on the polished floor when I stood at my full height, my hand losing its grasp on my car keys, the metallic clink barely audible when time slowed.
There was so much disheartening and desperately painful emotion in my heart, and excruciating physical pain in my body that wasn't mine as I fell to the garage floor, gasping for air, my hand reflexively halting my body's sudden descent. I gripped my chest and felt my heart starting to beat erratically in its rhythm.
Ever since the moment that I claimed Melany when I drank her blood, I have felt her in every single way, but I was vaguely aware of it as I unconsciously numbed my connection to her in my desperateness to distance myself, and keep her and my son safe from any physical or emotional harm.
Melany is my other half that my immortal being yearns for, and the connection that I now have to Melany is so profoundly strong that I'm more in control of my emotions in the distance between us.
I felt so incredibly out of control when I allowed myself to grow close to her. Temptation is not in this distance, and in this lack of influence, I feel reassured that I can't bring any harm to her because of my vampirism.
But right now, in this moment, where I can feel so many emotions, and such a great amount of pain that is not my own, the emotions in my own heart that influenced me to distance myself from her diminished completely. There was so much apprehension that things that I wanted to be in my control, were so out of my control, and I was so afraid.
I instantly used my supernatural speed, and I hastily searched the manor with blurry vision, my eyes welling up with tears that would undeniably shed in my extreme trepidation, but as I searched Rockwell's room I took immediate notice that the pills that he takes to control his vampirism and thirst were missing. The bottle of pills is always untouched on his sink.
I had multiple people that I knew make them for him exclusively, but he never takes them because he is too prideful.
He was supposed to consume these pills for an entire month until he no longer felt his craze for human blood. Then he was supposed to take pills to reverse the controlling effect of them when his vampirism was manageable around humans. The pills are extremely powerful, and if a human took it...A thought crossed my mind, a thought that I was terrified of, 'No!! No...Please no...'
