A Vampire's Life For a Human Girl

Chapter 19

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You never realise how easy it is to breathe, how simple and involuntary it is until it is forced from your body. For me, right now, i am feeling that force. It feels like a tonne of bricks is waying down on my body, or a huge tank of water is pressing on my chest restricting the amount of oxygen coming into my body.

I knwo the air still flows because of the wind that is tickling my skin, coming form the open front door which the queen stands by. Her face is hard to read. I am not sure whether she is depressed or hesitant. I keep wondering whether she wants to stop what is happening, or if she can't do a thing about it because she knows it had to be done sometime. I don't know, but me fussing over something like that isn't necissary at a time like this.

A little mouthful of oxygen fluttered down my body, burning my throat and pushing my lungs. Everything was failing. I was dying but it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. Every breath that i took had longer preiods of time between them, every breath a wheeze because of the lack of energy i had.

I didn't even have enough energy to scream...

It was lucky i had enough energy to keep my eyes open. I think the king was dragging out the 'blood-sucking' process so i would feel more excruciating pain, more time to think about how much i had lost and was losing, giving me enough time to go over in my head all the stuff i had regretted saying this evening.

I did. I regretted what i had said to them. It was horrible what I had said but the thing is...i supported every single word that came out of my mouth. I had put so much confidence into ech word--along with a whole lot of hatred--but i had believed what i had said.

I didn't belong here. I wasn't a vampire and no matter what people said i didn't intend to. I hated the thought of being the undead for the rest of eternity. I didn't like the thought that i would ever grow old and die. I didn't want to die now, i wanted to die warm in my bed at home surrounded by my family in preferably 70 years time.

The Kings grip tightened on me and I knew what he was thinking. This was it. These were the last few drops of blood in my body before he killed me and sucked the rest out to no prevail. HIs teeth pushed into my neck further opeing fresh wounds, but i didn't have enough breath to scream. The slurping of my blood was the only thing i could hear. If i survive this--even though highly unlikely--i would suggest that the King take a few lessons on drinking his dinner quietly.

KIng Richards hair was splayed all over my face, tickling my cheeks and forehead. Every time i took a breath the hair would tickle my nose and almost make me sneeze. How could something so easy come to the body at a time like this?

My lids began to close. Okay, these are the last morsels of my energy left, use it well. My arms already hung limply except the one which was pressed up between us. In the process of the 'drinking' Richard had sunk to the floor on his knees. Everything from the waist down was touching the floor, the carpet feeling soft on the skin exposed on my lower back. It felt nice, the only warm part of my body left really, everything was going cold.