Dark Ridge - Walking In The Day

Walking In The Day - Pt 20

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"Time is short," said Baltar walking into the barn, snapping the ropes that had held Sarah for hours. Her arms numb, her legs knotted.

Baltar took her, wrenching her neck back and biting deep, tearing at the skin, the wound not pretty, but functional.

Sarah screamed. Unable to help herself, not wanting to give this thing the pleasure of seeing her scream but she did.

Feeling her life draining from her, pain residing in every fiber of her being, of her soul, Sarah felt Baltar releasing her. She crumpled to the floor, an almost lifeless heap.

"Now?" asked Clay, licking his lips at the sight of the blood.

"We wait, she must be on the verge of dying before I give her my blood, but only enough to turn her. Not enough to make her strong."

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"I can't beat them," said Kameron, following the scent of the other vampire. "I can't, he's too strong."

"You can, you will," said Peyton. "We are heading to your house."

Kameron stopped. "I know."

Grabbing at Kameron, turning her so that the young vampire looked at her, Peyton kissed her deeply. Letting her tongue slice against the razor sharp teeth, the blood spilling forth, making Kameron drink deeply until her saliva healed the cut.

"No," said Kameron softly, shaking.

"It's the only way. If you feed from me, you will be strong enough, fast enough to save my dad. I'm begging you, please?" begged Peyton. "I'm useless without my dad, please do this for me?"

"What if I can't stop?" asked Kameron. "What if I kill you?"

"I trust you," said Peyton, kissing Kameron again, feeling Kameron shaking against her body, pressing into her.

So Kameron fed.

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Baltar carried Sarah back to the house, and down into the cellar, the cool darkness would be welcoming to her when she woke. Baltar had given her very little blood, she would be weak, almost as weak as a newborn. He placed her on the cool cement floor, pushing away her dark hair. "I wish I'd had more time to introduce you to my world, but the arrival of the Kindred ruined my timing. You will see how our life suits you soon enough," whispered Baltar.

Baltar disappeared up the stairs, locking the door, and going to find Clay, who was watching over Jonathan. Baltar could only turn one person at a time, and he was not confident enough in Clay's ability to cease drinking before it was too late.

Clay was crouched in front of Jonathan, running a finger across the man's jaw line.

"She's turning," announced Baltar.

"She won't die, will she?" asked Clay in an unemotional tone.

"No, of course Sarah won't."

"I mean Kameron," said Clay. "Will it kill her?"

Baltar watched the odd emotions play on Clay's face. First in the Kindred house he seemed to have wanted Kameron dead. Now, Clay was worried about her well being. The back and forth of emotions worried Baltar.

"I very much doubt that she'll die, Claymore. She doesn't feet on humans, only on animal, did you see how her eyes changed?" asked Baltar.

"No," said Clay in a dreamlike tone. "I don't think she'll give us what we want."