Deadly Thirst

August 23-Trixon

I look down at her body in confusion. Jason and Michael are murmuring something under their breaths. I can hear them, but I don't understand them. Sita looks as if she is in peace, and I hate myself for killing her. Well, I didn't kill her by my own hand, but she had vaulted over the banister to get away from me when Michael had taken control of me again.

I glance down at my hands. There isn't any blood on them anymore, but I can still feel it there. I just wish I could have saved her, stopped myself, and gotten control of Michael. They said they needed her for some kind of resurrection ritual. I just wish I knew who it was for.

I take a deep breath and walk out of the room. I hope she's looking out for me, even after all the shit I've put her through, I hope she's there for me when I should have been there for her. I feel the breeze brush through the door, a calming essence filling me and I can somehow tell it's her.

I continue to walk even though I'm sore enough to sleep for a decade. I haven't been back to the shed in London since the attack, but that didn't stop me from going after Raphael. If Raphael hadn't ripped Sita's wings off, she might've still been alive. Instead he had ripped off her wings, left her on the filthy, dark sidewalk to die, and had gotten her put in a hospital for almost three months. I had stayed there with her the whole time, unable to leave without getting overrun with guilt. It had been I who had saved her, and it had been I who had killed her. Now that the alpha's gone, how will all of the little wolves move on? How will they protect themselves from Michael and Jason? From the rest of the Council? Surely the Guard has found out about Sita by now.  She was supposed to be coronated today. She was supposed to become the queen, supposed to save the world. The essence disappears as I walk in the sunlight, and it saddens me to feel it go, to feel her go. A new hybrid, Maysa, emerges from the shadows and leans against the wall.

"Trixon you don't need to be hanging around when Michael comes looking for you, someone could get hurt," she mutters. I hate her for the way she seems to know exactly what you're thinking.

"Go away, no one wants you here," I growl, trying to make her disappear, but my attempts are in vain. She whispers something and hands me a piece of paper. I look up and she's gone without a trace. I glance back down at the paper, scrunching my face in confusion.

I Wonder, And oh, I wonder dreamily To Drift onto another fantasy And to become the thing of my dreams, Oh, how I wish to just be me

I fold the paper back into it's original shape and stuff it into my pockets, hang my head low, and shuffle onwards towards the club on the other side of town. A piercing shriek rings through my mind and I fall to my knees. I feel my pants soak through and I wonder what I landed in.

Trixon!!!!!

There it is again! If she can talk to me, then that must mean that she's awake. I pivot and run full out towards the Palace. I bolt through streets, through shops, and come up to the gates of the guest house. I plow into the house and I see her lying on the floor about two feet away from where she had been.

"Sita, come on. Please wake up. I'm so sorry, you have no idea. I didn't mean any of it, I just want you to be okay," I whisper and quietly walk over to her. I can't feel Jason or Michael in the house, so they won't notice this. "Come on, we have to leave."

"Trixon," she breathes out my name in a pained whisper. Her hand twitches and curls into a fist, then uncurls. I kneel down and brush a lock of hair out of her face.

"Yes, I'm here. You need to wake up, your friends are all worried about you. Kona, Kajo, Kira, your brother, Yaksha, Masine, Aris...and me. Sita, don't leave us again," I whisper to her and her eyes flutter open, a deep green flecked with sapphire blue. I have to look away from them before I can help her up.

"Why am I here? What happened?" She murmurs. Her voice is strained, on the edge of panic, and I don't think she will make it out of here in one piece. Even if she does, how would I explain to her friends that I hadn't been in my right mind when she died? How would I explain she's not dead, not gone forever?

"You're here because I brought you here. You don't remember dying do you?" I look around for a better shirt for her to wear. I glance back at her and give up. We're running out of time and I know that Jason and Michael will be back any minute now. To top it all off, we also need blood. Just great, just freaking fantastic. I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out how we're going to do this.

"Nuh-uh. I died? But I feel fine!" She starts to protest like a child, and I have to shush her just so I can listen. Still nothing. I scour the minds of everything, but still no Jason or Michael, not even the Darkness.

"Come on, we need to leave now," I urge her towards the oak door. She whimpers in complaint, oblivious to my attempts to get her to move. I don't blame her, I'm having issues with my hunger as well. "We'll feed along the way, Sita, but we absolutely cannot stop to rest. Right now we have to get out of here or we will turn into wolf snacks."

That got her to move. Well, it seems like her phobia of wolf hybrids actually comes in handy in times of need. She darts out the door, runs in a couple of circles, then comes back to stand in front of me. The way her eyes shine, I can tell that she remembers. For some strange reason, that makes me happy. Why? I'll have to save that question for later, there's no time for it right now. I gesture to the gate and she turns to analyze its structural components.

It's fascinating watching her scan the formations, where guards are stationed, and different escape routes. I look away before she turns back towards me, but the tension in the air between us is palpable. She doesn't know it, but I had heard everything that Raphael had said to her before he had destroyed the remnants of her sanity.

"That way won't work, there are too many guards, all of whom aren't sympathetic to our cause. They serve the Darkness, under Jason and Michael. In my opinion, I think we should take the servant's entrance." She starts walking down a narrow path I hadn't seen with luscious plants erupting from the ground, making it look like the Amazon. I stay close to her, but not too close that I'm in her personal space.

"I wasn't aware the Palace had servants," I whisper. I don't want to disturb the surreal sight around us, and it seems as if it would make sense.

"Oh, of course. How else do you think Jason was kept so happy?" Sita turns to face me, her eyes beginning to turn stormy gray, that in itself a warning sign, always a herald to her wrath from her burning hunger.

"That's how he stays happy?" I muse. I knew he had bribed people, mostly noblemen, to keep him occupied, but I didn't think to imagine him using them as blood-bags and sex toys. Sita smirks and I feel a nudge in my mind. I open up to her, having nothing to hide from the vampire.

Sex toys? She giggles, actually giggles, and turns away, although still mentally connected.

Yes, that's what they're being called. That's when a vamp is closer to a human donor, sometimes victim, and, well...becomes intimate. I stumble over my words, trying to avoid the awkwardness as much as possible. Sita doesn't seem fazed, so I'm guessing she already knew about it.

Have you ever....never mind. She murmurs. I can tell she's blushing through our link, and it makes me curious as to what she was going to say. Stop here. I do as she says and she bends down to neutralize a tripwire that I hadn't seen before. She puts a finger to her lips, motioning for me to keep quiet.

We move through the trees and stop at a wall. To me, it appears as if we had hit a dead end, but I know through our link that this is the servant's entrance. Sita pulls a key out of her pocket and unlocks the door. The instant the key turns, the door swings open in a wide arch, leaving abandoned cobwebs in its wake. She glances back at me to affirm that I am still right behind her and I send a reassuring smile in her direction.

We stumble along the alleyway, headed towards the fields about two miles out from the Palace. Sita picks up her pace and bolts through multiple roads, unable to quench her deadly thirst. I haven't seen her this rabid since before her parents died.