Unbeating (Revamped*)

Chapter 6: Bruised and Bloodied

Note: "Sayonara" means "Goodbye" in Japanese. 

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Chapter 6:
 

Melody's P.O.V.

I was roughly dragged backwards, my skull hit off something as hard as concrete.  A stinging pain stabbed at the side of my head, I was too stunned to make any reaction. Something, or rather someone, growled viciously. 

I staggered forwards and caught sight of a lanky figure. He had deep eyes, the rusty colour of blood, a cruel smile and dusty black hair. His smile revealed two sharp fangs and a shiver travelled down my spine at the sight of them. 

I backed away from him but ended up jumping forward as a razor sharp thorn slashed at the back of my thigh, nature obviously did not like me today. I could feel my leg pulsating as blood poured from the wound and onto the material of my jeans.

"That's a bad cut you have there." The man snarled, pushing me forcefully back into the sharp thorns. I whimpered in pain.

"I suggest you be quiet, we don't want to cause a scene now do we?" He whispered into my ear, his icy cold breath hitting the side of my face. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed so hard I could feel my veins bulge. My knees almost buckled but I managed to keep my balance. I squealed as quietly as I could, if I valued my life I would have to listen to this man.

He let go and I felt a rush of blood pass through my veins into my hand. I was thrown against a wall with vines creeping up it, informing me that I was at a different part of the garden. What in the name of God had happened to Matt?

He grabbed me and pulled me to him, sinking his fangs into my shoulder. I could not hold in a screech this time, however that was mostly muffled by his hand covering my mouth. He ripped his fangs out of my shoulder, creating a large rip in my flesh. My shoulder was in agony and I was shoved down to the ground, my shoulder bleeding heavily. "That wasn't quiet." He scolded.

"Burn in hell." I hissed hatefully. 

He smiled and crouched down, his smile was terrifying. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head up so that I had to look at his face and spat at me before he crushed my throbbing and bleeding skull into the concrete. I was surprised when I didn't even feel much pain from that. This was all happening so fast.

A wave of dizziness washed over me and for a moment all the pain I felt went away, only to come back full force like a ton of bricks being thrown onto a snail. I attempted to crawl away but a sharp pain stopped me in my tracks. I looked back over my shoulder at my leg and to my horror, my attacker was crouched over my leg holding a dagger that was buried in my leg. He watched me intently, looking for any reaction. I held in all my screams and all signs of pain, he wasn't going to get the best of me. He twisted the dagger slightly and I flinched.

Well done Melody. I see that plan of yours went very well.

 Blood oozed from the cut, slowly covering the blade and his hand. That indication of pain from me was enough for him and he smirked and I braced myself for the futher pain that was to come. He pushed the blade further into my leg, twisting it harshly. I cried and dug my nails into the palms of my hands to try and distract myself. The pain was unbearable and I'd rather have my leg ripped off than endure the pain for much longer. I glanced at my leg, it was covered in thick, maroon liquid, A.K.A. blood.

I tried to sit up but I was roughly pushed back down again, making me hit the back of my head off the ground yet again. A black spot in my vision made it harder to see. I felt suddenly weak and tired. A tingling feeling traveled up my leg and I stopped trying to get away. There was no point anyway, it was clear he wasn't letting me go. 

He hovered over my neck. "Sayonara, my sweet." He whispered seductively.

His needle sharp fangs punctured my neck and a weak scream left my throat, barely making a noise at all. It felt like two injections being stuck into my neck. A wild burning sensation overpowered every emotion and feeling I had. My arms began tingling so much they started to hurt. 

I felt even weaker and my energy was being drained from me, fast. I now know how a carton of apple juice feels, not that a carton has feelings anyway.

I stared up at the starry sky and fresh tears sprung from my eyes.

I'm sorry Gray, I should have been stronger than this.

I had always hoped I would have a peaceful death but my body just wouldn't let me slip into an unconscious wonderland so I could be at rest. Everything seemed to be a blur, I could make out faint voices but I couldn't hear what they were saying, my vision was blurred and I could hardly see anything clearly.

A dull aching pain occupied every part of my body, some pains sharp and stinging in some places and my head felt as though a sumo wrestler was trying to squash it beneath his palms. 

I was only aware of Matt, he had scooped me up and was rushing, carrying me bridal style to somewhere, to get help I would imagine. His deeply concerned, sorrowful eyes were bright red and a look of worry was etched onto his face.

His eyes suddenly looked very shiny as he gazed down at me, his eyebrows furrowed together. Can vampires cry? I didn't think so, I mean they're basically just like dead humans. Aren't they?

Matt stopped walking and gritted his teeth. A flood of tears were on the brink of spilling from his pained eyes.

I was harshly ripped away from Matt's protecting arms and handed over to someone else. A horrific pain spread throughout my lower back and a desperate whimper forced itself from my dry throat, grabbing the attention of whoever was carrying me now.

My vision focused itself and I choked up tears as Gray held my broken body protectively to him, like a mother clinging to her dying child. Tears were wildly streaming down his stressed face, dripping onto my ribs. Every tear felt like a ton of bricks being dumped onto me and I struggled to breath as my lungs simply refused to work properly. I couldn't tell if it was emotional or physical pain that caused my heart to clench every few minutes. 

I felt an urge to tell Gray how much I adored him, how I could never have lived happily without him and how even when he kidnapped me from our own village I forgave him within moments of seeing him again. It was just in case something happened to me but after several attempts to whisper what could be my final words I stopped, it was clear that my body didn't want to obey me.

An overwhelming tiredness seemed to be getting the best of me and I clutched his leather jacket and breathed in his familiar fresh scent ,reluctantly letting my eyelids shut as my body insisted on shutting down.

Love wasn't a strong enough word to describe what I felt for my twin brother.

But it wasn't a romantic love, it was a love that only twins share.