The Vampire's Consorts

Chapter 2: Regret

"WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?!" She shrieked, tightly clutching the shoulders of her sibling, who was just as shaken up.

The Daomin who was bedridden just mere minutes ago was now standing upright, with enough strength in her throat and chest to bellow out in confusion and terror. No maid could tell whether it was from the pain of the shock of having finally awakened from her coma.

"Amara please! Come to your senses!" They shrieked back, hands on her wrists. Not clutching tightly, only holding them with the same pressure as a hug.

"You've awoken. Believe me, I am just as clueless, unlike..." They pause, turning their head to a maid.

"Go out and get that doctor back in here! Before he tries to leave!" They ordered. And the maids followed suit, leaving the room to go out into the halls with only one staying behind.

"Amara." They called out to their sister who was more applying less pressure in their grip, head down as she thought to herself, mumbling.

"Impossible. Impossible. The things they did to me, I shouldn't have any blood left to live now." She muttered.

She reeled her hands back and stepped away, placing her hands on her face, now registering the bandages on both surfaces.

"My face." She said in a hushed, horrified but mostly confused tone as her hands explored the surface more. She then pulled her hands away to look at them next.

"My hands." She said, and placed a hand over her mouth, noticing just a small change in the way she spoke. Neither the made nor Sona had noticed.

She finally made proper eye contact with her sibling.

"Surely, I am dead!" She screamed, her tone mixed with hope and want.

Sona's expression then turned from shocked and unnerved to calmer but pitiying her. They slowly shook their head, allowing her space as she finally felt the urge to sit down at her low bed.

Disappointed, shocked, exasperated, confused, frustrated, relieved. She hovered her hands over her lap, staring at her palms.

"... I..." She took a deep breath and began to breathe normally.

"I would like these bandages off." She said.

"But your skin." Sona gently interjected, sitting beside her.

"You may be awake but that doesn't mean anything for your burnt skin, unless you can't seem to feel it?"

"We shall see when these come off." Amara insisted, looking up and nodding for the maid.

She searched around quickly for a pair of scissors, kneeling before her and slipping off the bandages, one long strip at a time.

The skin was slowly revealed. That burnt skin which was textured and darkened, nearly falling off completely, now each layer was crumbling away and falling off with each layer of bandage removed.

Sona worried for and reached for hands which were picking and peeling at the burnt flesh, revealing skin as smooth as that of a newborn, albeitthe lines of scars still remained. The carved in symbols of alchemical letters style present only faded.

"Your highness, if I may. It is as if you've been reborn." The maid carefully spoke.

"It seems so, though it is more like resurrection." She whispered, studying her hands, before quickly standing up, careful not to hit the maid and her scissors.

She proceeded to forcefully take off the medicinal patches on her face, going towards her dresser. Her hands with rejuvenated smooth and soft, reborn skin reaching for the little does on her dresser, opening them by the small knobs which were colorful beads, revealing her mirror.