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Book 8⌇29. Spliced

Chapter 29 ∣  Spliced

-Micah

Flashing lights blinded my vision, my heart pounding in my ears as I stormed out of what appeared to be a nightclub. I emerged from the noisy room, my eyes scanning the empty area for a second before I took off into an alley, going as fast as my legs could carry me.

The more distance that grew between the building and me, the lower the music thumped. I wasn't sure why I was running or why I felt like I couldn't stop, but there was this fear that had settled within me and despite the fact that I didn't understand why I was afraid, the terror raising wouldn't fade.

I felt that I didn't have time to stop and that if I did, even if it were only for a second, I wouldn't live to take another breath. The thoughts that roamed my mind had set me in a state of utter confusion and before I could have a second to truly analyze, I found myself backed against a concrete wall.

For what seemed like only a couple of seconds, my vision had hazed along with the thoughts that had previously puzzled me.

This time, when I attempted to push away from the cold barrier behind me, I was unable to move. There was a force keeping me in place and no matter how hard I tried to search for it, I couldn't find what kept me captive. My breath had caught in my lungs, my useless confusion having chosen to blind me.

When I attempted to take a deep breath, I gasped loudly, and just as the sound of wind breaking met my ears, the stinging feeling of a pair of sharp fangs piercing my skin made a scream erupt from the back of my throat.

My voice in no way sounded like my own and again, when I attempted to push forward, I found myself unable to move.

I knew that the state in which my mind had settled would more than likely cause an interrupting focus between myself and the magic coursing within me. Still, my conscience had automatically called upon my power, instinct was the only thing I thought would save me from the blood-sucking demon I was still blind to.

It was when I realized that I didn't have to fight back but wait until the effects from the undiluted silver in my veins to force the demon unconscious that my sight returned to me. I no longer found myself trapped against a concrete wall but instead locked in what appeared to be a cell.

My heart slowly began to beat at norm, the adrenaline and fear slowly drifting away from my uneasy nerves. Still, confusion lingered in my mind, distracting me for just a split second until a sharp, stinging pain spread through my back.

There was a throbbing and dull sensation that had engulfed my body, a feeling fairly similar to that of just moments after being beaten.

I could feel the tears that formed at the brim of my eyes, quickly falling, and rolling down my cheeks. There was no burden of fear, but instead the harsh feeling of helplessness gathering in my chest.

When I glanced down at my hands, they weren't mine. There was no ink covering them, no proof of the monster that I was. For just a second, I felt that my hands were clean, and I was the victim.

It was when I looked at the palm of my hands that I realized they weren't mine. They were much smaller and...a woman's hands.

Again, my vision grew hazy and when my senses returned to me, I stood at an altar.

I was surrounded by demons, succubi and incubi. Just as I was to look at the one who stood beside me, I heard voices, the chatter of confusion that interrupted whatever it was that I was prepared to say.

Quickly turning on my heels, my eyes searched for the one causing the commotion. I could barely see through the mixed crowd of demons but when my gaze finally landed on what I was looking for, time didn't allow me to focus and my vision hazed again.