It all began with a man named Jonathan Martin!

Chapter Twenty:// You'll have your toy another day

“That's enough.” Johnathan ordered approaching his son. I lay under Lysander, weak and shocked, feeling used and useless. Lysander stopped suddenly and made his way to his feet, now looking like himself. Though still bloody his injuries were healed, and his eyes where no longer animistic.

“It's okay dad, I didn't take to much, you'll have your toy another day.” Lysander chuckled, walking towards his father. The two monsters hugged as I lay on the ground unable to move.

“You scared me.” Johnathan replied, holding him close. “I thought that you wouldn't come back for that.”

“I didn't either, why did that work?” He asked motioning to me.

Johnathan looked down at me quizzically.

“I don't know, it shouldn't have worked so well, the best it should have done was heal a few wounds.” He kneeled down next to me, inspecting the wound.”I'll have to do some research.” He stood up slowly and looked to the officer. “She'll need more blood.”

Their was a heavy silence, as they all stood, stunned. “Sir?”

“You heard me, she lost to much, she needs more.”

“But she's just....”

“Do it!” He shouted and the officer flew out the door.

“Dad, what are you doing?” Lysander asked in a whisper.

“I'm saving something special, if her blood was able to save you like that, then she maybe able to help others.

The officer shuffled forward, pricking my arm with a needle, most likely leading to an IV of blood.

“Move her to my room.” Lysander ordered.

“I broke the shackles.” Johnathan mumbled.

“That's okay, it's not like she's going anywhere. I'll be there anyway.”

I was lifted off the ground and moved down the hall, the last thing I heard before the doors closed was Johnathan saying, he'd be doing some research.

I woke up cloaked with heat, my skin coated in a dew of sweat. At IV beside me dripped, but the blood was all gone, now pumping through my veins instead. A thick arm lay across me, a tree like body pressed against my back. I knew that body once, took comfort in it. For a second I forgot that my Lysander was dead, that a monster now took his form, and I curled into him. I noticed his breathing and stiffened, he was awake.

“You're okay.” He informed me, “You saved me....”

“.....I guess I did.”

“What are you?” he asked quietly not wanting an answer.

“I'm the girl you met in the cabin, the one you used to love.” I told him sadly. He stiffened.

“I loved you once, I am not who I was then.”

“I know...you don't have to tell me that.” We lay there in silence, remembering who he was before. “I loved you.”

It was an uncomfortable silence, I lay there remembering when he looked at me with love, and protected me from the person he is now.

The door opened slowly and Johnathan entered.

“Well isn't this sweet.” He chuckled as his son sat up. “Am I interrupting?”

“No.”Lysander said standing up. Johnathan motioned to the hallway, closing the door behind them. I lay in bed silently, straining myself to listen.

“Don't get to attached to the girl.”

“What?”

“Don't get attached. It will be harder to stop.”

“Don't---”

“You'll want to bring her pleasure.”

“That was before.”

“But was it?”

Lysander clenched his fists angrily and changed the subject. “Did you do research?”

“Yes”

“And?”

“Stay away from her.”

“Why?”

“She can change you back.”