Bite Me Forever

Chapter 19: He Came

My heart was trapped in restless slumber, with spasms in between; nightmares could touch my weary soul at the mere thought of certain death. It was a feeling I could barely grasp, thus sorrow-stricken emotions tormented my every breath.

There was no purpose behind resting if everything would end in hours; I just stood there lost in a perfect trance, thinking... rethinking things, imagining what could have been.

I barely touched the realm of dreams, and now, with the first clinking sounds, my eyes were wide awake. The weirdest tension captured my entire body, pushing cold beaded sweat throughout my skin.

"No!" my lips muttered on their own.

The fear itself was utterly surreal; I knew I was condemned, and yet my soul refused to lose its hope. I don't know why or how, but I suppose it's built in all of us... that wicked kind of hope, delirious in nature that numbs all of your senses.

My back was curled against the cold stone wall, right as that wretched dampness suffocated my every breath. I didn't even know how I reached that corner of the room.

It was the sound of keys, or maybe tools of torture, I couldn't say exactly. One thing was crystal clear, that fear had robbed me of my breath. Deep gasps came now in turns, as wretched thuds could be heard from outside; all I could do was wait and see.

My hands and feet were numb and stiff, preventing me from moving much. Those last few moments I'd enjoy alive felt like a wicked rat race, carved for the amusement of others.

"No, no... please..." I quivered silently, closing my eyes altogether.

The squinting turned to pain, but I refused to see! Eventually, the large cast iron door was open, with screeching sounds as it was slammed against the hard stone wall. By now, the rustling turned intense, and I could only crawl my way onto that putrid cot that was supposed to provide comfort.

"Please, have mercy!" I begged senselessly, but I knew well my words would be in vain.

The sound of their footsteps reverberated ominously, making my heart race in fear. A last deep breath was all my weary flesh could churn... and I was done!

By now, beaded teardrops began to streak across my face, as I accepted my own fate; I could do nothing to save myself, I felt so powerless and weak, hating my destiny with all my essence.

My eyes picked up two shades through the thick darkness, right as my heart began to pant inside my chest. Clearly, that deluge of gruesome thoughts I had had over the night began to take its toll on me. Utter lament for my own coming death turned grievance into physical pain... one I could feel down to my core.

"What wretched fate..." I thought for a mere glimpse.

Then, out of nowhere, a splendid "Shh" occurred.

I couldn't hear a word, yet I knew that voice well, I recognized its vibe and strength, seconds before Viktor fell to his knees next to me.

His mighty arms engulfed me with a soothing effect, but I still struggled to discern; it felt surreal to have him there, with me. Viktor's musky scent enveloped me and I breathed it in greedily. "He came; indeed he came!" a voice echoed inside my head.

Amidst the strife and terror, my heart was now trapped in rapture; sadly, I didn't even know how to rejoice. My laughter soaked in tears could find no end, right as my weary head plunged to his chest.

"I'm here, I'm here!" he whispered with a burdened voice.

Our peril was still real and lurking around every obscure corner.

"We need to go! We don't have much time."

Raising my eyes, I saw the figure of Raoul, who stood close to the entrance; his senses were utterly acute and listening for coming danger. I couldn't help but notice the disarrayed state of both Raoul and Viktor's appearance. Viktor's shirt was torn and his face was flushed with scarlet scratches, while Raoul had a gash on his arm and a swollen lip. It was clear that the two had been fighting. The sight of them filled me with dread.