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Chapter 12-The Voltair Part 2

Jacobi

I held her tighter as I drank her blood, fighting so damn hard to stop, but she was just too good. I felt her grip loosen on me as she lost consciousness. I thought I would stop once it got there, but I didn't. I held her lifeless body in my hands after I had drained her of all her blood. She wasn't dead that I knew because I could still hear her faint heartbeat from a far distance, but it was beating dangerously soft, almost ghostly.

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The sun sprung out of the horizon as a new day began. I watched the frail little girl that lay on my bed. During the night after I had drained out of all blood, I went to Noah to seek help I was about to opt for a blood transfusion but Noah said her blood might not have a match since she was the only one of her kind. The best I could do was make her drink as much of my blood as she could and sit beside her and hope she woke up. I've never done this before for anyone, not even for Chloe, my previous pet. After I drained her blood, I left her to die, I did not even bother with a blood transfusion. I had never stuck around for anyone, not even Edda, when she caught the flu while she was still a human. But this little frail, abandoned human makes me want to stay by her side and hold her hand until she is fine, but even then, I don't think I would want to let go.

I don't know what this is, but I know it can't be love because even in love, I don't stick around. Dahlia would know how that felt. She was my first love, but when she was dying, I left her like I never knew her. I remember that night very clearly.

Flashback

I watched as she lay there on her Christine bed, squirming, sweating, and fighting for her life from the werewolf bite. Upon entering, her crimson eyes begged me to help her. The bite is deadly to a vampire, but for a powerful one like her, it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was. She was slowly being decomposed by the venom, and her soul was slipping away from her.

"Jacobi, help me," She pleaded. My tears welled up inside my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.

"I can't help you, Dia," I said with a crack in my voice.

"Why did you do this to yourself?" I asked her. She fell in love with Phillipe, the Alpha of the Wolves. Phillipe was known for his extreme anger issues, and Dahlia was known for her obnoxiousness and unfiltered mouth. It was no surprise that this ended the way it did. These two were not compatible. Long story short, she bit him, and he bit her back, and now, in front of my eyes, the girl I loved the most was dying because of her wrong stupid choices. Knowing the truth, I could help her, but I just didn't think she deserved it after what she did to me, I just wished the consequences were not so dire. I walked out and let her die in peace.

Back to the present time

Rosey woke up abruptly, almost jumping out of bed as she did. A line of sweat covered her forehead, and I could hear her heartbeat from where I sat.

"What happened? Are you alright?" I asked.

"Fire! Pencil,Paper." she said quickly, though it didn't look like she was talking to me, but I got her what she asked for nevertheless. She quickly drew on the white paper, her hand moving at inhuman speed just like Edda's did when she wrote down a vision.

This was the second proof I had that she was not useless at all, the first being her blood. After I got a taste of Rosey's blood the first time, my insides started to burn, and it felt like I just put my tongue in vervain, which was why I had run out. But I could not tell her that. I had to take a healing herb to stop the burning. But I just drank from her not so long ago and I still can't feel any sort of burning sensation yet instead I feel stronger just my old self but I didn't want to be my old yet the feeling felt great which made me wonder Did her blood only favor those who drank it when she is willing?