Blood Pet

Chapter Thirty One

Hey! So this is a little shorter than I expected it to be, but I ended up deciding to split the chapter into two separate chapters because it would be too long as one chapter...that and I kind of like ending on an even number and not an odd number. Yea, I am bit odd like that! :) But, the good news is that there are two more chapters (this and the one after it) left instead of just one that I originally told you! Thank you to all the comments and votes!

Here is chapter 31, Enjoy:

I woke up to Tristan's face only inches from my own. Worry was etched on his features; and it only eased a little bit when he saw me awake.

I guess he probably figured that his brother had hurt me again. That assumption was proven correct with his first words, "What did he do to you this time?" he asked, "I swear, if he wasn't dead, I would kill him for this shit he's putting you through."

I just shook my head; "I'd rather not talk about it. I will only say that he makes you seem tame in comparison." My chest hurt where he had cut into; I couldn't tell if my liver was gone or not since the cut wasn't there I couldn't easily check. I hoped that I was just in pain from what Christophe had done and nothing had actually gone missing.

He smiled, "Hm... I recall telling you that on several occasions."

I wasn't in the mood to smile at anything, "Well, seeing is believing, I guess." I got up slowly since not only did my chest hurt, but my body was a little sore as well.

Tristan was sitting on a chair that was so close to the bed that his knees brushed the edge every time he moved. He looked disheveled and I'm pretty sure he was wearing the same clothes I saw him before I went to sleep.

"How long was I out this time?" I asked.

Tristan shrugged, "Only a few hours."

You can't escape from me, Jessica.

Christophe words were spoken in a soft whisper and right in my head.

"Leave me alone, asshole." I growled under my breath; looking around the room frantically as if I expected him to pop out at any moment.

"Jessica?" Tristan's concern voice made me look at him; his eyebrows were raised as he watched me, "Who are you talking to?"

"Who the hell do you think?" I snapped, "Your brother is doing exactly what you did when I escaped with Annabelle."

Tristan stared at me for a long moment; I watched him as everything began to click inside his brain, "He's in your head?" he asked.

"And talking to me as if he has any right to do so."

"What did he say?" he asked.

"He told me that I couldn't escape from him." I replied, "I'm more concerned with how the hell he can communicate with me when he is dead. If he is dead as you and Abigail have tried to convince me, then how the hell can he talk to me?!"

Tristan shook his head, "I don't know I do know that Abigail needs to hurry up with Chloe, so we can get all of our questions answered. She was able to get into contact with her while you were asleep and she went to go get her. It's not safe for non vampires to be roaming around now, you know."

"I know." I said, "I don't even want to know how bad it is out there..." I trailed off; I knew that there was a good chance that the world had either already fallen to the vampires or was very close to falling. After having such interactions with vampires, it was clear to me that the human race didn't stand much of any chance, "Where's my mom?" I asked. A part of me really was worried about her, but another part of me just wanted to change the subject.