Chains Of Blood

Chapter Twelve

Jonathan had finished work and started to drive, he finished half an hour early and wanted to surprise Maia with a gift, he had bought for her. After Twenty minutes he was at his apartment, he locked the car and rushed upstairs with a book he had bought from Barnes and Noble. As he opened the door she Maia on the floor in a pool on her own blood. Jonathan rushed to aid his sister, he realised quickly that she had lost too much blood, he saw she was alive, but barely. She won't moving, her breathing was becoming shallower by the minute and he only had one choice to save her.

Jonathan picked up his phone and was scrolling through his contracts and found a name; Richard. He was ringing him almost in tears, he finally picked up the phone, before the man could even say a word Jonathan said, "Richard, it's me, Jonathan, it's Maia, she is dying".

After 10 minutes, this man arrived, it looked similar to their father. "How, long has she been like this?", he said, "Judging by how dry the blood is, about 11 hours, she was left, who do you think did this Jonathan?". Jonathan was crying, "Shit, it was probably our father...". "I know, I tell he was here, but there was someone else", Richard finished. "What do you mean by someone else?", Jonathan questioned. "It doesn't matter, now, we need to save your sister", Richard spoke. Jonathan carried Maia on his bed and opened his cupboard and saw a single pack of demon and animal blood. He took it and handed it to Richard. "This should be enough, all she will have to is drink, she should be fine", he said.

Maia woke up, she was hardly alive, she whispered, "Jonathan...", "...he was here". "I know, I'm here now", he replied. Richard handed back the blood, "Maia drink this", he said.  Maia slowly drank the blood and her whole body changed from being grey from back to her normal skin colour, she also turned into her demon-self.

"He just left me to die", she cried out. "It's over Maia, it's over", her brother was saying. Maia was hugging her brother, then she saw this man front of her. "Jonathan, who is that?", she said worried. "It's fine Maia, he is our uncle", her brother explained. Maia was almost speechless. "I didn't know...", she whispered. "You didn't need to know", her brother said with his overpowering tone. "More secrets...", she said under her breath. Jonathan mouth was open but he decided not to say anything, he didn't want cause anymore arguments. "So you father was the first to be turned, we had sister but she killed herself when she was 16, it hit him more than it did to me, we both adored her but Robert was obsessed with her", he explained. "What was her name?", she asked. "Mia, she looked quite similar to you actually, I haven't seen you since you were a baby", he said, sighing gracefully.

Richard stood up was about to walk away when Maia stood grabbed his arm. "Wait, please don't leave", she whispered. "Jonathan, please tell your sister to let go of me, I need to go, it was bad enough that I was here, I'm trying to stay away from all of this", he said waving his arms around. "Alright then, why did you save me?", she said. "Because it was the right thing to do, now I'm not going to be involved in this anymore", he roared at her. Maia rushed out of the room and ran into her bedroom, her body sliding on the door. Jonathan knocking on the door, Maia noticed how her bed was messy from what Sebastian did to her, she could smell his scent in the room, she was sure that if Jonathan came in the room he would know. Maia saw the glass on her bed, the blood on her pillows. She remembered that it was the same with her father. She just wanted to get away from all of this. "Maia please open the door", she heard her brother saying. Maia panicked, she put the glass in the bin and she cut herself, the blood from Sebastian had dripped into her open wound, she cursed at herself.

Once her brother came into the room, her bedroom was finally clean. She closed her injured hand into a fist, blood was overfilling her hand. She was almost welcoming the pain, her tears burned at the back of her head, they were slowly trying crawl out of her eyes. "Maia, where have you cut yourself?", her brother asked, he could smell her blood. "I just cut myself, that's all", she replied. "I broke a glass and cut myself", she explained. She was technically telling the truth. "At least let me have a look at it", her brother was asking. "It's fine, I can clean up myself", she said sourly. "Fine, alright, Richard has left and he might not come back", her brother went on. "That's fine, he is dead to us, he wanted to help us, he would helped us back home", she said, sharply. "Maia, please clean yourself up", her brother growled at walked away. She shouted back at him, "You don't need to growl at me". She was growling and snarling back at her older brother.

She collapsed on her bed, she could smell Sebastian and she kept thinking about what he did to her. The worst part was that's when her father did it, she just tried to forgot it. Now she couldn't, it was different with him, it wasn't like it felt right, it felt wrong, she was just used to it, she was broken, like her father promised she would be. She almost forgot about her bleeding hand and rushed to her bathroom and switched on the cold water from the tap and let the water sting her hand like wasps would do.