~ Next time in The Bounty Chronicles ~
"So I'm an undead now? An unfeeling creature?!" Serana's voice dripped with anger and annoyance. She sounded like a growling animal, banging the sides of its cage daring to be released. "Am I?"
"Did I fucking say that? Did I say you did not feel emotion when you cleary have in the past?" I challanged. The vampire only glared. "No. Only that the cold does not affect you and your kind."
Could I really blame her hysteria on the thirst she was wrestling with? Yes, easily. All the facts, and symptoms, were glaring from behind cover. The horses had become nervous, put on edge fromSerana's outburst, braying and swaying their heads about. In truth we had been riding since waking up some time ago and the beasts needed a rest and food.
"My kind?!" she growled. I could hear her knuckles pop some paces away. "So I'm no better than a lowly blood sucker?! I'm a Volkihar dammit!!"
"Serana enough of this petty, meanin-"
The world started to go in circles as my body left the back of the horse. With a loud THUD I landed on my back, the back of my skull hitting the path like a child's toy ball. Why is it always my head?! I thought angrily as my vision warped and blended together trying desperately to correct the damage that was dealt. An iron grip held an arm in place while the other was pinned uselessly between my back and the ground. A leg was pressed against my stomach making me lean forwards slightly and another hand forced my head back exposing my neck. Hot, ragged, uneven breaths puffed against my flesh dampening the scales and skin.
I could only see the clouds slowly make their journey across Kynareth's domain. Formless and free, bowing only to the whim of themselves. The breathing was closer now as the seconds ticked by. The feeling of two sharp objects prodded against a vein bludging against my skin.
Serana was thirsty. Incredibly thirsty to try and drink from me.
Ordinary people in my place would have pissed and shit their pants, begging for their lives only for it to fall on deaf ears. However I was not an ordinary mortal. Far from it. Honestly I believed my time to be up but the end did not come. Serana was wavering terribly, her lower eyelids twitching with uncertainty. It seemed that she was holding off on killing me, on giving into that primal need for blood.
All she needed was a push.
"Go ahead. Prove I was wrong about you."
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