Whispers In The Night

Chapter 7 -Declan's POV-

-Declan's POV-

"Declan."

His head snapped to look at a weary Kir. She sighed and gazed into his eyes. Wait, why were her eyes orange? His breath caught in his throat. A hint of regret flashed in her eyes as she stands and walks to where he is. Something is wrong, very wrong. The mark in his neck throbbed. He swallowed hard. His heartbeat sped way up as she got slowly closer. Declan noticed that her gaze steadied on his neck where his pulse was.

"Kir..?"

Kir didn't reply, only just stalked forward. Her lips were parted now and he could see the oversized fangs there were poking over her bottom lip. Declan gulped. Two, one. Kir is right in front of him. She leans forward as though to kiss him, and leans towards his neck. She sniffs it a couple times. Declan sees Owen out of the corner of his eyes.

Owen had his eyes as big as saucers and his mouth was open. His own fangs were bared and it looked like he was sniffing something. Declan silently pleaded with his eyes as Owen took a step forward. A sharp, piercing pain in his neck made him scream. It was excruciating. Black spots danced in his eyes as he threatened to pass out. He vaguely remembers Owen yelling and trying to pull Kir off of him.

"Hey," Someone mumbled over him as he woke up slowly. "Hey!"

He opened his eyes to see himself blinded by a white light. His vision cleared and he found himself staring into the eyes of Kir. Her orange eyes were gone and they were replaced by their usual soft green. Her eyes widened and Owen cleared his throat. What was going on?

"Hey," He groaned. "What's going on?"

"Thank gosh!" Kir yells as she pulls him into an embrace. "I thought..."

"C-an't b-reathe." He choked on the words.

"Oh, sorry."

Kir sheepishly grinned. She let go of him, instead resting a hand on his shoulder. Declan could she that she was more troubled then she let on. Owen knew it too. Ugh, this was so messed up. What the fuck was even happening here! His head pounded as he tried to sit up.

"Can I just say ow?" He muttered to himself. "And what the fuck?"

"Sorry..." Kir moved her eyes to the floor, fidgeting with her hands. Owen looked at her funny and just sighed. "I am, really, really sorry."

"For what?" He groaned. "Stop saying sorry when I've no idea what for?"

"Oh, sorry." She smiled sheepishly. "Owen?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you bring me my thermos? You know the one I mean, right?"

He narrows his eyes but nods. Owen runs out of the room and returns a moment later with a silver cup in his hands. He passes it to her. Kir takes the cup and nestles it into her chest with a sigh. Owen gives him a sympathetic look and leaves the room. For the first time he notices that he is in Kir's bedroom. He groans as his neck throbs. His hand runs over the spot where Kir had bit him and froze. Four puncture marks. They had scarred over by the texture.

He met her eyes and they were full of sorrow. What was going on? He freezes as her eyes flash yellow. Kir seems to groan and her eyes turn green again. What the fuck? Kir sighs and they meet gazes again.

"I think we need to talk," She says steadily, but her eyes speak volumes more than her voice. "Especially now."