sold

alive but barely

Breathing shallowly, type looked about seeing nothing but blurred figures, he hit his head with force has he jumped out of the car, the other car that was following behind them drove over his leg breaking the bone in two.
Peering his eyes up, has happy his body was to the side of the road and his legs to the grass, he saw his water bottle that he had taken from the car. Shakily, with blood soaked hand, he reached it up, to grab the water, to bring it down, to roll in pain from his stomach to his back, to take a small swig.
To then go to his stomach once more, to drag himself off the road, the sun was brutally hitting him.
Dragging himself, in an extreme amount of pain, he went into the forest only a bit before the pain got to be too much, causing him to pass out.
Awaking several hours later, he gulped to look around, he was still to his stomach, this time things were clear not blurry.
Turning, he breathed heavily, to take deep breathes to grab the water bottle from his one hand to take another small swig.
Placing it to his side, he then leaned up to assess the damage, his face fell looking over his body.
He looked to his broken leg, his clothes were torn, looking to his hands, one was shredded, blood was dried.
Taking off his coat, wincing, he cut with his teeth to grab parts to wrap his hand, then looking about he grabbed strong twigs to splint his leg.
Locked, he grabbed the water bottle to take more swigs, feeling light headed, to them place in his back pocket.
With help by the tree, he moved himself up.
"Aaaaaaah! Fuck!"
With his body slightly bend, he was weathering in pain, his body started to shake.
Gulping and hard, he strightened himself up, to peer his eyes around.
He could still see the road and tell it was becoming night.
Need to..... hide........ Just in.....
Turning, he limped off to then go to his knees, hanging his head he screamed in extreme pain.
Whimpering, by another tree, he got up again to then try again. He needed to get away from the road.
Going maybe a mile in, the pain was unbearable.
To an area, that was a bit open and had a river run through it, type went to the river not caring if it was clean water or not to drink from it, to then lay to his back to look to the night sky, breathing deeply.
Gulping, he went to his back pocket, to retrieve a small amount of food he stashed for this occasion to nibble a bit of it.
Placing the remainder back, he stretched his arms out while his eyes started to drift. He felt too tired to keep awake.
A week later
With his back to a tree, type looked over the fire pit he made, he was awaiting for his food to cook.
Signing, he looked to his splint leg, no longer could he feel it, it had gone numb about 3 days ago, he could smell it rotting.
Even though after the 2nd day of coming along, type tried to keep it clean, but it was too late. An infection had grown inside.
Peering his eyes to the fire, he saw his fish was done, leaning forward, he grabbed the hot fish to blow to instantly eat it.
For the entirety of the week, type followed the river, but only could go so far since he was in. Extreme amount of pain.
He survived on fish and berries that he could find, plus drinking from the river, in fresh areas.
Type was trying to find his way home but he did not know where he was and did not dare go to the road.
This week was nothing but hell for him but the one thing he could take comfort in was he was free of that vampire, however, unknown to type, that infection was making its way to his blood stream, if continues type will die.
Finishing his food, type grabbed out the water bottle, he kept re filling from the river to drink in full.
He didn't know how he was still alive but he was and that gave him hope and comfort.
Also type knew a bit of medical expertise, wished to have become a doctor but how parents didn't have the money to send him to a university, however he didn't want to go anyway, vampires always over saw everything the humans would do so they couldn't make anything to kill there kind.
Placing the water bottle to his side, he used the tree the was laying on, to get up and go to the river stumbling, to go to one knee, stretched his bad let out to bend to clean his face, wincing a bit.
His one shredded hand was still healing, it caused him pain though.
Going up, he lifted his head back, to look over the night sky, relishing in the fact he was free and away from that vampire. Oddly, he wondered about them and was curious if they even cared of he was gone.
Shaking his head, he looked forward to eye over the river.
He only cares that his blood source got away, nothing more then that. Stop thinking of them, this is there fault......
Signing heavily, he turned his head to look down the river growing tired.
Where...... Am I? Am I close to my home? Which way is home?
Types face fell.
Will I...... Even make it there?
Turning his head he eyed his leg, smelling the infection, he wasn't ignorant to what was going on.
"So...... This is what freedom means to you? To die slowly?"
Type tensed to then slowly get up to groan.
"This...... Can't be...... You can't be here! I'm..... Hallucinating....."
Stepping closer to type, tharn kept his eyes to his leg, arms wrapped.
"Mmm....... I'm very much here human......I can tell your leg is infected. Soon it'll reach your heart then you'll have a painful death."
Type started to shuffle a bit to the side.
Tharn slowly peered his eyes up to watch has type went to his back pocket too grab a butter knife to turn to point.
Tharn rolled his eyes.
"Do you really think....."
"Shut up! This may not kill you but......"
He took the knife to his throat to his cardiac artery to start to press.
Tharn raised an eye brow.
"It can kill me, I'd rather. Die then go back to you! Go away!"
Tharn slightly smirked.
"Mmm...... You are going to die human..... At least a little...."
With his speed, he went to the human to grab the knife, to have it go inbetween them to place a hand to types throat to wrap. Types eyes widen.
"I...... Want your strength human.....I have no idea how you survived after what you did..... But you've proven something to me..... Your strong enough....."
Type looked to the vampire confused.
"Enough...... For what!? Damn it! Let go!" He gulped.
Tharn went a bit closer.
"Strong enough..... To become a half breed."
Type froze.
Moving the knife about, he plunged it in the vampires chest to push him with everything he had left to then turn shuffling away.
He needed to get away, needed to get far away from. That vampire, however he just couldn't, not in his condition.
Falling to his knees, he lifted his head to scream in pain, to grip the ground has his palms and flat too it.
Widening his eyes further, the vampire was to his neck, his canines into his flesh lapping the blood.
Type took his bad hand back, to try and push the vampires head away to no avail.
Types eyes went to the back of his head, his arms fell to his sides, he went into oblivion.
Feeling the human become weak, tharn took his canines out to then grab them up to his arms to take him to the car, they were close to the road.
Inside, tharn sat to lay types unconscious body to the side, head to his lap.
With the door closed by his driver, he looked down to pat his head.
When you wake, a whole new life will begin for you.