Great and Greater

Chapter 1-Aware

So, by the due request of 4badco I have posted this chapter once again. I know its kinda suckish, but the story its self is better as it'll progress.  

The song for this chapter: Raining Blood by Slayer

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Chapter 1 

Aware

Something, some force, some strong ruthless pull, yanked me from my painless, quiet, deathly haven and sent me spiraling back into awareness. I was aware. I was aware of the bump of car tires over a broken road. I was aware of the wooshing of air coming from an open window as the car sped at a high speed. I was aware of the moans and the screams coming from my right in a familiar and heartwrenching voice. I was aware of people speed-talking in hushed voices somewhere ahead of me. I was aware of the stench of venom and blood reacting, the only way I could smell blood. I was aware of the quiet pitter-patter of blood dripping onto the car floor. I was aware of the strange calm feeling that was rushing over me as I took in the situation. I was aware of the excrutiating pain that was boiling in my flesh and focused in three main spots, my neck, my veins, and my skin. Alright, that's pretty much all of me. 

My neck was throbbing a dully and achy pain. It held an open puncture wound that was infected with vampire venom and spilling too-much blood. Strangely, as I thought that, a shrill, female voice said, "She's losing too much blood. I'll get a bandage."  

My veins were heavy and icy. They stung and burned as my freezing blood passed through the thin membrane of my veins. I could feel them weighing against my flesh and muscles. It was an odd sensation, but that bit didn't hurt, except where they pushed against my brain and caused various body spasm I couldn't control, desperate thoughts that I couldn't stop, and my eyes to black-out every so often. 

My skin was on fire. I could feel the flames licking at my flesh and it took everything in me not to look down and check to make sure I wasn't actually aflame. It felt like someone had poured gasoline over every inch of me and dropped the match right on my neck to spread to everything else. It was painful and yet slightly desired at the same time. 

I fought against what the venom was doing to me, but I couldn't stop it. It wasn't just the venom any more. I could feel the blood too. Somewhere in the short period of time in which I had been unconscious in my own little haven of sweet painlessness, vampire blood had been dumped into my cut and mouth. 

The vampire blood and the venom working together was what was killing and saving me all in the same action. The venom alone would simply increase my pain. If dealt in small portions it would heal, but that's only if it is consumed through the mouth or directly on the outer wound. This was placed into my bloodstream.  

But the vampire blood added to what was already poisoning me was the trigger. It was the "go" signal for the venom to work its deadly magic on my body. It kept my blood rushing and my heart pumping as the venom froze my veins and killed my organs. It kept my mind alive as the venom weighed down on my brain and caused temporary damage.  

I bit down on my tongue and held back the scream I wanted to let loose. I wanted to mime the desperate shrieks coming from the man near me who was living what I was only in a more concentrated form; the venom already in his body was splicing its actions-half was embracing the new rush of venom that was tearing his veins to shreds and dumping his blood into itself while the other half was fighting the intrusion and doing all it could to keep it out. Poor vampire. He had it so much worse. 

My tongue began to bleed and the foul taste of my own blood in my mouth gagged me. I wanted to spit it out, but was too afraid that I might scream if I did.