Claimed

~Chapter 3~ Compiling the Pieces [pt 2]

~Chapter 3~ Compiling the Pieces [pt 2]

It was cooler now than earlier. Wynter noticed a chill rolling over her body, wrapping her, making her shiver in her sleep. She wanted to get up and pull the covers over her chin, but she was too exhausted.

She was about to submerge herself into her subconscious again, when a sound made her heart stop. Wynter thought she heard voices, but as she listened closer, there was no one there. Thinking she was being ridiculous, she sighed and went back to sleep.

Warmth trailed her body, near her face, her neck. It was as if something were leaning into her.

"I'm sorry." Wynter heard an unfamiliar voice whisper into her ear.

And then, she felt it.

Excruciating pain.

It coursed through her so abruptly, her eyes popped open. The unexpected sensation was like a fist being thrust in her gut. Wynter struggled to get away from the pain, she had to make it stop, but everything was disorienting. She couldn't pinpoint where the pain began.

"Aaaah." She breathed. Wynter had meant to scream, but her energy was draining fast. She could do little more than lay there, paralyzed, as the life was sucked out of her.

"Please." She whispered. She could feel the warmth of another person, their lips, wrapped around the broken skin on her neck. This stranger was biting her. She didn't have time to ponder the oddity of the situation. The only thing on her mind was self-preservation. She had to continue to fight to stay awake, she refused to die not like this. Not at all if she could help it.

Wynter suddenly felt a hand go under her head, and wrap itself on the other side of her neck. The hand pulled her neck up, the stabbing pain in her neck intensified.

Without meaning to, Wynter whimpered.

The pull of Wynter's blood intensified for another second, and then the pull was gone, the sharp incisors were also removed from Wynter's neck.

Just as Wynter thought the worst of it was over, she felt something slimy and smooth slide over the flesh of her neck.

Wynter wanted to turn her head, just to see who was there, in her room, torturing her with their ambiguity, but she was paralyzed. Her energy was gone. If it weren't for the fact that adrenaline was coursing though her veins, Wynter would have had no choice but to close her eyes right then.

"Here." Wynter heard the man say, faintly.

She then felt his fingertips on her neck, but something was on them, something liquid, like silk. She felt the uncomfortable sensation of the substance seep into the puncture wounds on her neck. Wynter's skin crawled, it itched and burned horribly. She could not bring her hand over her neck, to sate the disturbing sensation. She couldn't cry out.

Wynter heard faint footfalls on the floor and let herself hope that the intruder would leave in peace. She was proved wrong, however, and hands slid under her body as if to pick her up. Trying to keep her eyes open to see the face of the stranger was too much as Wynter was brought up in a warm embrace, her eyes closed instinctually. She groaned silently.

No sooner was she in a warm embrace, than was she lay back down on her soft comfortable bed. The cold no longer bothered her while wrapped under her covers.

The pain Wynter had felt before now seemed to be just a distant thought. She couldn't remember what had upset her, and no longer did she realize the stranger was still standing there in her room.

"What's your name, love?" Wynter heard someone coo from far away. So far away, in fact, she thought that she must have been dreaming.

"Wynter." She responded, wanting to answer the voice so that it would no longer disturb her and she could get back to sleep faster.