My Damned Forsaken Past

My Damned Forsaken past ~ Chapter two

 My Damned Forsaken Past

By KadgeY

2.

"Henry!" I scream, the whole abhorrent situation leaving me unable to move.

Blood trickles slowly out from around the stake in his chest. Henry's eyes make it back to my face and he chuckles a little under his breath, only wincing slightly as he pulls the sharp lump of wood from his its hole, it lands on the floor with a thud.

"Wrong side." He says, dark blood pouring from the now gaping wound. The flesh starts to knit itself back together at an alarmingly fast rate.

A wolf howls in the distance, a rat runs out of the alley, and a fleeting car drives past. I find that I am suddenly aware that the air smells metallic, and my tongue feels numb and heavy in my mouth, that I can feel my weight on the boys chest; yet I feel weightless. Breathing. Breath. His chest rises ever so slowly and not often enough.

I can feel his life dancing through my veins, and it feels like a drug in a strange sort of a way. Like electricity pumping charges around my whole body, filling me with a pure energy I've never indulged in from the source before. It feels liberating, amazing.

Henry puts a hand on my shoulder, sharply pulling me out of my sudden reverie.

"I'll finish him off Spike." He says, gently pulling me up off of the boy's body. "You've done enough today, and after that injury I'm going to need the blood to regenerate."

I nod and take a step backwards, Henry moves to sit next to the boy, but in a sudden his eyes flash open and his body jolts backwards.

The boy is alive, and he's definitely changing.

Henry takes a step back, one hand on his wounded chest. He looks at me, almost with disappointment, and I try to calm my now on edge nervous system.

I've left him too much blood, too much blood... I think, silently berating myself in the dark of the night.

The boy coughs and splutters, blood splattering out of his mouth. He is wide eyed and distressed, looking up at Henry and I as we tower above him unwavering.

He looks at me and grits his teeth, a harsh groaning noise escaping his lips. Rivulets of tears stream down his rosy cheeks and mingle with blood from his mouth, streaking down his neck, quite close to the two puncture holes I've left as my unfinished business.

I can see the pain in his eyes, but it's almost as if know that I can't do anything. To interrupt him this far into the change would only intensify his suffering, I know this much.

Henry turns his back on the boys writhing figure and walks slowly down the alley, expecting me to follow suit. But I don't move, the boy starts screaming, his black hair now damp with sweat falling into his panicked face.

"I- We can't leave him." I say, and Henry turns around.

"He'll only want to commit suicide anyway, Spike. You saw him. Those people hunt us, they don't want to join us." He says, and his eyes flash with something gone too fast for me to read, like a cornered animal making a last minute dash for the exit.

"You didn't leave me." I whisper, my eyes plastered to the dirty cobblestone street.

"And you didn't try to kill me." Henry replies. A heavy silence fills the distance between us only to be cut short by the boys unpleasant wailing. "You know the rule Spike. If you want to keep him around then you can try, if he's still alive when you come home then you can train him. But he is completely your responsibility, and I don't want him murdering either of us in our sleep now neither, got it?"