Sired

-Chapter 1- Awaken

RECAP

He bent down beside the bed. He was right beside me. I turned my head towards him. He pushed a stray hair out of my face and caressed my cheek.

"We'll meet again. Soon."

And with that promise, he left.

-CHAPTER 1- AWAKEN

{Rosalia}

I don't know how long I stayed in place. I felt the urge to pull him back and beg him to stay, but I couldn't. It's like I was paralyzed in some dream state. The colors in the room just seemed to mesh together and my head was spinning. I felt this strong buzz in my head. It kept getting louder and louder. If I were ever to be shot in the head, I would think the feeling was similar to how I felt now.

I wanted to cradle my head and cry from the ringing pain. I wanted to cover my exposed body. I wanted to wipe the blood off my body from my bleeding neck. But I didn't. Because I couldn't.

Somewhere between the pain and confusion, I felt myself drifting away. But not before I saw a figure. I hoped it was him, but it wasn't. I knew because when this person touched me, I didn't feel the masochistic ecstasy.

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Ugh, my head was killing me. I tried to open my eyes, but I found it painful to do so. I felt the cotton bed sheet beneath me. My hands grasped onto the thin, silk blanket that was covering me. I moved my head side to side and found the pain still throbbing on my neck.

I managed to open my eyes and saw an off white ceiling. Where the hell am I? I blinked slowly, adjusting to the darkness of the room. I lifted myself off the bed and sat up right. It was seriously hot so I threw the silk blanket off me. As I swung my feet to one side of the bed, I felt a pain between my legs.

I hunched over in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block out the pain. I felt tears prickle my eyes.

I heard a door swing open. A stream of light shined from the doorway. "Is everything alright?"

I squinted and saw a man at the door. He turned on the lights in the room. I flinched at the sudden brightness.

"What's happening to me?" I cried.

He walked ever so slowly to me. I was still hunched over to the side of the bed. He bent down and cupped my chin, bringing me eye to eye with a man in his early thirties.

"I apologize greatly for the pain you are in."

He examined my face closer. His icy blue eyes remembering every detail of my face. He had icy blonde hair and looked like no threat but I couldn't be sure. The tears continued to stream down my face.

"What makes you so special, I wonder." he said.

I sniffled and pleaded, "Please I want to go home. I won't say anything. Please, I'm begging you."

"My child, begging doesn't suit such a pretty face."

"I just want to go home." I hunched over in pain as I felt a wave of fire in my chest.

"I'm afraid that can't happen." he once again lifted my face to look at him. He sighed, "Let the pain remind you hearts can feel."

He stood up and held my head in his hands. He patted my hair down. Almost gently. And he cupped my face in his large, calloused hands.

"I apologize for what I am about to do. But realize, that there was never a choice to begin with."

When he said that, I felt my head twist in a way that wasn't possible. It was a quick and sharp pain. But it was soon over. And my head landed on the soft, silk of the bed.