Hunted

Chapter Six :: Confession

*** A/N. Hi all, well two chapters in one night! Aren't you a lucky lot. I couldn't sleep lol I hope you like it, I was getting a bit tired towards the end so I hope I didn't rush it and managed to stay true to my characters. I really hope you like this chapter as things hot up between Madison and Nic. Happy reading and don't forget to vote and comment. The more you comment, the quicker I upload...simples. See you on the flip side ***

** Nicholai POV **

I walked away from her, my dead heart trying to pull my body back towards her with unrelenting force. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. I wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but I couldn't. My resolve and strength was slipping. The longer I was in her company the harder it was for me to keep up my façade. I had to stay strong. I was a Vampire. I was the most powerful being of all time, yet one woman could bring me undone. Her hold over me was increasing hour by hour. The sheer panic I felt when I saw the hunter violate her personal space as he leant into her neck, threatening to suck the life out of her. My body rippled with fear and the most unrepentant anger I had ever felt. I ripped the head off of the Vampire I was fighting with, with a new found strength and ghosted to her. The unbridled lust I had felt when I closed the wound the hunter had inflicted upon her perfect skin, knew no bounds. My throat burned and my skin tingled. I felt alive, again. I wanted to lay her down and kiss every freckle, every limb, every part of her, from head to toe. I lingered over her neck for too long before pulling away. I had to look away to compose myself. I didn't want her to see the look on my face, I was sure it would of frightened her. I knew the need and passion I felt would be displayed on my face. I had to pull it back, to reach inside myself and find the empty, cold, Vampire that was sinking further and further into the pits of my preserved corpse with every minute that passed by. Once I had a grasp on him I carefully put him in place, where he belonged. I had to keep my distance. I had to keep my resolve in place. I could not become attached to this woman any more than I already had. I had to follow through with my orders. This was what I had spent seven years searching for, for this woman, the gifted one. I couldn't let human feelings over rule what I had strived for, for so long. I owed it to my father after everything he had done for me, saving my life and giving me a home, saving me from death's clutches. I walked away from her pleading. Her misery and fear made my dead heart tug. I felt her pain, but I had to be strong. My thoughts wandered as we walked along in silence, her trailing behind me. I was astonished at the effect her blood had on the hunter Vampire. Her blood alone had resulted in his death. It was a mystery to me why my her blood did not affect me the way it had the other Vampire. I decided not to dwell on something I did not understand or know any answers too but made a mental note to confer with my father about this when we arrived in Romania. I wasn't thinking when I attempted to close her wounds the first time. My lust and worry for her overruled my rational mind. I licked her neck tasting the sweet ambrosia of her potent blood. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted. Thick like honey and sweet alike. I struggled to contain the urge within me to drain her dry. My control over my blood lust waned, but I pushed it back, my want to ease her pain over powering my drive to gorge on her blood. When she stopped me and drew attention to what her blood had done to the hunter I still felt the pull within me to seal her wound. Death did not frighten me for I was already technically dead. I leaned in once again, placing small licks up her neck and over her wounds, closing the puncture marks with the venom in my saliva. The taste of her blood this time did not encourage my blood lust to return but instead drove feelings of another type of lust up inside me, like a raging fire. I shook my head pushing away thoughts of her blood, I could still taste it on my tongue, lust still burned within me. I had to be strong. I must not fail.

** Madison POV **

We walked for what seemed like days. My body ached from my encounter with the other Vampires earlier and my mind was awash with thoughts of Nic and how his close proximity and his touch felt on me. I didn't understand his double personality. He could be soft, charming and protective but his harsh side counteracted that side of him. He was cold and callous, but I tried not to think of that side, favouring the other. I also sifted through my confused mind, not understanding why my blood had affected that Vampire the way it did, causing his death which I was still glad of. I was also puzzled how it had not affected Nic in the same way. I racked my brain for answers and understanding but came up with nothing. The truth was I did not know. I had not investigated my gift, preferring to keep it hidden, therefore I did not know what it entailed or how it affected Vampires. All I knew was that they feared it and that it cured them, somehow, but I did not know it would kill them. I decided if I survived this ordeal I would explore my gift, now was the time to figure out what it did and why it had caused me to be hunted down like an animal since I was twelve years old.