Last night the Rogue gene infested somewhere in my right eye, causing the blood vessels inside my eye to turn black. My eyes looked like they were bloodshot with tar. Dantay had to get Andrew, Imron, Amber and Emily to hold me down on the floor, whilst Stefan drove a silver dagger through my back. The gene (out of instinct) moved down to the wounded area, immediately trying to heal it, but Stefan waited for the perfect chance to spill snake venom, mixed with D’s Venom, over the infected area. That hurt like hell.
When they got me down, I was already in a violent state. I thrashed and tried to kick my way out of their grip, but as 4 people were holding me down, and Dantay was half laying across my side, holding my face in his hands, trying to calm me down, it wasn’t a very successful escape plan. Before I realised what they were doing, I felt a sharp, cold pang of agony start from my lower back, and rise up my spine. I released a gut wrenching scream, that seemed to echo out around Dantay’s place for a long while. I saw the pain in Dantay’s eyes, and I knew that it hurt him so much to go along with what he was doing. And I didn’t help his pain with what I said next.
“Dantay, why are you doing this? Why are you letting them do this to me?” my voice was a slurred scream-ish tone. Tears formed in his eyes and he lowered his face, trying to focus on keeping me still. The area where Stefan had stabbed me, it felt like it was burning, like acid had been poured over the wound. But it wasn’t acid. It was the venom. At this point, my own fangs had extended, and venom was pouring out of them. I lay there, on the floor screaming, thrashing and crying while they held me down. Amber and Emily had my legs, Andrew and Imron had my arms, and I was sort of twisted onto my side. I broke a hand free from Imron and sent a fist to his face, this knocking him out. Andrew reached to grab my hand, but I sent it to his nose, and he fell back releasing my other hand. At this point, Dantay had sort of jumped on top of me, trapping me from the waist down, and he’d pinned my arms to the floor. This had sent me onto my back, the wound facing the floor.
“Trinity, Trinity please, listen to me. You’re not well, we’re trying to fix you-” His voice was frantic as I cut him off.
“Get off of me! Get off!!! Leave me alone! You’re hurting me!” I was screaming, and the others had tried to pull Dantay off of me so I didn’t attack him, but he brushed them off, staring at me with pain filled eyes. He began speaking to me in Russian;
“Trinity, this isn’t you. Remember who you are!” his tone was calmer, but it was still frantic.”
“Why? Why would you do this to me?” I screeched at him
“Because if I didn’t you would die.” His voice was quitter when he said this.
A sudden burning sensation rippled throughout my body, and I felt my eye become dry. My skin burned, and the place where I had been stabbed was almost completely numb. Then, for whatever reason, all this pain, just rushed out onto my body. I felt as if I had been hit by a truck. The rogue gene had died back down, and Stefan injected some adrenaline into my neck with a small needle. He also gave me a dose of strong pain killers so my wound didn’t hurt so much.
Before long, the morning sunlight was beginning to pour in through the window and I was sitting on the kitchen bench, in shorts and a thin black tank top, that was rolled up a bit, and Dantay was wrapping a bandage around my waist area. He was quiet and solemn as he did this and I could tell that what I had said earlier hurt him a lot.
“Dantay…I’m sorry for what I said... I didn’t... I just...” I was failing at putting my words together.
“No. It’s ok. I understand how you felt…” he kept his eyes trained on bandaging my waist, but I sent my index finger and my thumb under his chin and lifted his face to look me in the eye.
“Hey, what you did was the right thing, I just didn’t realise at the time. I’m sorry.” A faint, apologetic smile spread across my lips, and he stroked my cheekbone with his fingers.
His jet Black hair was glistening in the orange light of the sun, and his florescent green eyes were brighter than they were before. His tan, olive skin was smooth and warm, and all his features seemed to scream at me to kiss him.
It was as if he had read my mind.
He leaned into me, sending his lips gently to mine, almost cautiously, and he kissed me passionately. slowly the kiss got hungrier. My hands were tangled in his wavy hair, and his hands were on my hips.
“I’m never going to stop loving you.” He said as we pulled away.
“Neither am I.”
