For The Love Of Blood (Free to Read)

Chapter Thirty - Blood and Power

Chapter Thirty

Kenzie's POV

It felt like a strange, noisy dream. At first there was screaming. A man sounded as if he were in pain and then he would scream out about his eyes.

What about his eyes? Why was he screaming about his eyes? Then, I heard other voices. Panicked ones. Someone was yelling orders and those being ordered answered in their own varying degrees of fear.

A short time after the voices began, a soft sweet voice plucked my concern. It was Azereen. She sounded sad and scared. I wanted to open my eyes and make sure she was ok but for some reason I couldn't make my eyes or my body work.

Cold darkness enveloped me again. I didn't like this darkness. I felt captive in it, a prisoner and it didn't want to give me up so easily.

A scream broke through the darkness and I quickly realized it wasn't my scream. It was the same scream I heard not long ago. I didn't know how long I was in the darkness but I hated to think it was very long and this poor man was still screaming in pain. Why wasn't anyone helping him? Or helping me?

"Get him a live feeder," I heard Doc order.

Doc! Then someone is helping us. Wait, didn't he say a live feeder?

Pain, worse from before, burned through my body. The man's scream had my head exploding and I felt my body again so I threw my hands to my temples to try and rub the pain away.

I tried to sit up so I could move someplace more comfortable but a hand laid gently on my shoulder, trapping me in place. The touch was warm and sent tingles through my spine.

"You might want to stay lying down," his voice, my heart warmed to hear his voice so close to me and I took a peak at him, "just for a little bit longer."

A scream spilled in from the room across the hall, fear caused me to shoot up straight. My head pulsed with pain, making me sway. I gripped my head tightly in between both of my hands and clenched my jaw as I fought an unbearable thirst.

"Are you ok?" I heard Mitchell's voice crack.

I tried to barely move my head to say no but it only added to the pain. "My head is killing me and," I looked up into his eyes as another pain registered more severely.

My right hand left my head and fell to my throat. "I'm so thirsty." I knew the thirst wouldn't wait any longer. It demanded sustenance immediately.

"I'll have Doc send someone in," he spoke gently.

I watched him walk to the door to speak to the nurse who was helping a very pale man. He looked to be in his early twenties and I couldn't fathom what would make someone agree to become a feeder or a donator.

"Could you bring a feeder for Lady Silverfall?" He asked the nurse.

The nurses eyes went wide. She hadn't noticed it was Mitchell until she looked at him directly. "Yes your Majesty. I need to get the injured guard another one anyway," she said nervously.

Mitchell nodded to her approvingly.

"A feeder," I squeaked suddenly and then my fangs descended. I slapped my hand over my mouth and looked to Mitchell pleadingly.

"It happens when your new and young and have no control when you're thirsty." he tried to alleviate my fears but all it did was make me feel ill to realize this was my new reality.