The Vampire & The Vixen

Not Completely Hopeless

Ricky's POV ~

"Elizabeth?" I whispered, resting the back of my hand gingerly against her forehead.

She felt awfully cold, but my worry came to a halt when she let out a little whimper, and I was able to hear her heartbeat start getting stronger and more prevalent. I was about ninety-five percent sure Ryan hadn't killed her, but there were moments throughout last night that had me second guessing her liveliness.

She'd go cold, her breathing would get shallow, there were soft whimpers that she'd make, and go completely still.

I'll just say that I'm frickin' vampire, and she looked more dead than I did for most of the night.

What made that even more surprising was the fact that she was even able to sleep at the night. Chris and Ryan had a screaming match with each other all through the night. It was petty and ridiculous, and it was also a little amazing that none of them had lost their voice during the night. Their screaming match was ridiculous and completely childish, and most definitely not helpful. I know last night I had blamed mainly Chris and Ryan, but I understood I had some blame in this game as well.

We didn't start off on the right foot with her, and we haven't gotten on the right foot to this very moment.

It really came to light in the middle of last night as it was TJ who broke the fight between my two dumbass brothers up. He screamed at them for a good ten minutes or so, and then they both shut up and end their loud bickering.

All I knew in regards to this morning was that I had to connect with Elizabeth and try to get through to her on some emotional level. Whether she liked it or not, this whole soulmate thing wasn't a hoax. It was just as real as us being vampires. I felt it when she was gone, and I knew she had to have felt it as well. The feeling was so strong it was almost indescribable. I'd imagine it was what a heart attack felt like for a human, but mixed with my heart actually being torn in two when she was away from us or in pain - and not the kinky sex kind of pain. Apparently heart's just knew the difference between being in actual pain and danger, from getting spanked by a lover.

I sat up in my bed, running my arms softly up and down her back. I wanted to make sure that she was asleep before I checked on Ryan's work from last night. Not that there was anything that was truly going to fix her in a flash, it would take time, but I wanted to see what we were working with.

Elizabeth didn't flinch when I ran my hand down her back, so I figured I was in the clear. I knew I had to be careful though, she wouldn't take so kindly to me looking at her ass.

Sliding the sheet and quilt down, I pulled it down far enough so that the sheets were resting just under the bottom hem of the short shorts I dressed her in last night. Tugging her shorts down just enough so I could see the damage.

When I finally saw the colors on her skin, I gasped. This was not a color that belonged on this poor girl's body. Her ass was shades of deep purple with strokes of lighter pinks throughout. It honestly looked like a galaxy with all of these crazy colors on her ass. Ryan really put in work, I couldn't knock his dedication.

Since she was clearly going to be alright, there was no sense in trying to give her any of our blood. She'd just need time to heal, and the color would fade just as any other bruise would. Ryan's lucky for that, Chris would have really lost his mind over that.

"Ow." I heard her groan, grabbing her side.

I quickly slid her shorts back up, and scooted away from her so that there was some more space between us. The last thing I needed right now was her getting even angrier with any of us.