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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I jolted awake when I felt someone shaking me. My hand immediately went to my head and I groaned in pain as I blinked my eyes open. Taking a deep breath, I tried to look around but I couldn't, it was too painful. Everything was painful. I closed my eyes and caressed my throat, feeling dry and stared coughing when I gulped down my saliva.
It felt weird. My head was pounding very hard. My throat was dry and very scratchy, I wanted to drink something cold to cool down the scratchy feeling. I could smell something, it was a very strong smell, I couldn't ignore it. I couldn't decipher what it was but it smelt rusty like... iron, the smell of iron, yeah. And strangely enough, there was a sweet touch to it. I wanted to taste it. I gulped again, feeling my mouth watering and then I coughed again, feeling a burning sensation down my throat.
I could hear someone saying something but I couldn't hear what exactly they were saying, everything was jumbled up and so loud. It was making my head pound even more. Just then, a sweet smell filled my nostrils and I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Something was smeared on my lips and I licked my lips again, this time actually tasting the sweet smell.
Something snapped inside me and pushing the dizziness aside, I snapped my eyes open and latched onto whatever that was pushed against my mouth, drinking from it. I instantly felt a lot better than before. My headache was gone and the dry and scratchy feeling from my throat was gone too. I had a strong urge to puke at first, it was disgusting but as I kept drinking, the urge to puke vanished and replacing it was more hunger.
And just like that, I was pulled away and a disgruntled growl escaped from me which surprised me. I wasn't like that. And for the first time since opening my eyes, I looked around and frowned, scanning the unfamiliar place I was in.
"Here. Wipe your face." A soft voice echoed in my ear, literally. I turned around and turns out I did it too fast because I had to stop myself from falling down. Someone held my arm and chuckled amusingly, "It does that to you when you have been desiccated for 145 years. I had the same problem." He mused softly.
I frowned and examined him. He was a fairly tall man with curly black hair and brown eyes and weirdly enough, he seemed kind and trustworthy. I didn't know why though. '145 years? What is he talking about?' I narrowed my eyes at him and pulled my arm away from his grasp.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him and funnily enough, it felt as if I had spoken for the first time in many years. My voice sounded strange to my own ears. He tilted his head and stared at me before saying, "You don't know. Or do you not remember? Many of the vampires in the tomb are unaware of their imprisonment and many, of their transition. Maybe you are one of them. But you seem old."
