In the Blood of a Witch

Chapter 15- Coward

Please read the entire bottom note after you finish this chapter. Thank you!

_____________________________________________________________________________

Chapter 15- Coward

I woke in a pitch-black room.

The air around me was ice cold, even colder than my vampire skin. I swallowed extremely hard from the fear that was building up inside of me. I did not know where I was, that was never a good sign.

I could feel the thirst of blood in my throat. I tried to ignore it but it burned like a fire blazing in my stomach. The pain made me nauseas and it made my head throb. I had to get out of here and I had to get blood.

I was dying, I knew it. If death had a feeling, this would be it.

Pure agony.

I recited an illumination spell, to light the room but nothing happened. My powers, they were gone. If I had a heart, it would have been racing. I panicked and began to cry, my only resort. Crying, in a way, eased the pain. I tried to remember what had happened, or why I was here but I could not remember a thing. I tried to remember back as far as I could and the only memory that floated to my head was me, lying underneath the stars watching mine and my brothers memories play before me. Everything else was a blur.

I screamed through the tears. “Can anyone hear me? Please let me out. I have to eat! I’m dying!” My words came in frantic sobs.

I attempted the illumination spell once again, but as expected, there was nothing. Where was my magic? I was weak no doubt, but that had never affected my spells so much before. I began to get frustrated screaming and cursing into the air. “Somebody, help me damnit!”

Still, there was no reply.

I closed my eyes, to stop the vomit slowly rising. I did not need to puke, I needed what was in my stomach, and there was no telling when I would get food again. Just that thought, though, made me throw up everything.  I laid my head down on the ground and attempted to relax.

I was near sleep when I heard a scratching noise in the corner. I sniffed the air and before I could stop my inner instincts, was crouched in a position ready to kill.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” A frail voice called from the corner. “I’m just trying to give you room. Please, please. Don’t hurt me.” Her voice turned to hysteric sobs.

I tried to resist the urge to pounce; I wanted to get some information first. I took a deep breath and held it so that I could not smell her blood. The closer I got the more nervous I was. My body let me know that, by shaking violently.

“It is okay. Just tell me, where are we at?” My eyes had semi adjusted to the darkness and I could make out a tiny face with short hair. Hoewever, they weren't  adjusted enough to make out any specifics.

“I-I-I-,”

“Spit it out!” I tried to sound calm, but the urgency made the words come across as    rage. I was frustrated and hungry; I needed to know everything she knew.

“Please, please, don’t kill me.”

Her sobs became more frantic and I became more frustrated. “Then answer my question!”

“I don’t, I don’t know. A man, he threw me in here. He was beau-beautiful. Transparent like. He said he was sorry, he didn’t want too but he had too.” She stopped and cried even more.

“Finish the story, damnit!”

“He told me, he didn’t like to hurt mortals, but he had to keep someone fed. He said, that she couldn’t die and that she would only take a little of my,”