Bound By Blood

Chapter Fourteen

Long overdue but here it is. The end of Bound By Blood. The second book Bound By Power will be out shortly--ha! Shortly I say...hopefully. Anyhow. I'll put the description and the cover up. Thanks for all of the reads and votes.

Chapter Fourteen: The Power of Blood

Time warped around her, darkness covering everything she could see. She looked down at her hands to see she couldn't see her own skin. However, she was highly aware of every other sense. She could smell, she could hear, she could feel, and strangely, she could taste sweetness in the air.

It was a fragrant that was familiar and brought on a sense of nostalgia. She inhaled deeply, wondering what it was, trying her hardest to remember.

And then her vision returned to her. Darkness still tightly encased everything, but she could see her hands when she looked, and when she turned, she could see her friends unconscious yet alive behind her. An urge unlike something she ever felt before, something akin to a necessity or an itch just beneath the surface of her skin, bubbled from within her. It told her to walk.

 It was bizarre, really, what with her not knowing where she was and then suddenly getting the strangest urge to walk forward towards the unknown. Towards what looked to be nothingness.

Her first instinct was to ignore it but she didn't. She acted on it. With her three unconscious friends trailing after her, supported by an invisible force so they did not drag on the ground, she began to walk, her mind the only thing keeping her tethered to reality because there was literally nothing else.

Though silence filled the air, her mind was nearly exploding with questions. The biggest one of all was screaming out, asking how her life had come to this. How had it gotten this far into this weirdness? How much stranger could things become? Just what was going on?

She knew a few things. Vampires and Demigods existed. She, herself, was half Demigod and half human and had an overflowing soul that made her nearly irresistible to both kinds. But, these facts brought only more questions. How was she half Demigod? Which of her parents was a Demigod? Why did they not tell her? Also, why did she have an overflowing soul? Did it come with the territory of being half human and half monster?

A pang of guilt pinched her heart. She glanced back at her friends. How could she still continue to think they were monsters? Sure, people like them wanted her blood...her soul...but her friends didn't want anything more than to help her.

To save her.

They were not monsters. She loved them. Loved them like she loved her mother, her father. Jazzy. Jeremiah...Aidan...

Oh god. Prentiss couldn't stop her breath from hitching at the thought. Comparing Aidan to Jeremiah was...it was insane. She'd loved Jeremiah for such a long time and she and Aidan could barely get along.

Okay, past tense. They used to dislike each other. Immensely. When had that changed? When he saved her life over a dozen times and she realized that he was actually her friend and protector and that he was kind of cute?

When the other had warned her of her future with him?

When she remembered what it felt like to have her lips on his, her hands on his body?

 When she could feel his supernatural hunger for her? The way his desire to feed from her made her toes curl? Well...not her per se. She had been under the influence of the other, but she still had those memories. She felt as if what had happened to the other had happened to her—and on some level this was true.

But, none of this mattered. She simply wanted, for that instant, to know when.

When?

When had these feelings come about? Annoyed at her own thoughts, she clenched her teeth. What did any of this matter while they were where there in the place of nothingness? Prentiss focused her mind on the now. Whenever and wherever now was. She would probably have plenty of time to wonder about the prospects of....liking Aidan later.