My heart rate picked up when he moved. He stood up moving in front of me before kneeling down. His hands go to my knees, but I shove them off and he runs his hand through his hair. He looked tired.
“What do you want, Silas?” I ask climbing back in bed and pulling the covers up. He gets up sitting on the bed beside me. “My mates hate me,” he says, placing his head in his hands. I almost felt bad for him, almost. He looked defeated, but he did it to himself and would get no sympathy from me.
Rolling over, I turn my back on him, intending to ignore him. Like what did he expect? For me to feel sorry for him.
“Elora, please don’t turn away from me,” he says, rolling me onto my back.
“Why are you here? If it is to make me feel bad for you. I don’t,” I tell him.
“I want things to go back to how they were”
“Are you going to give my magic back?” I ask.
“No, you know I can’t.”
“Then get out. You made your decision, which in turn makes mine.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Silas. I won’t be with you” A growl erupts from him before he grabs me.
“You are ours Elora, this doesn’t change that,” he says, yanking me onto his lap. I push off his chest, but his grip only tightens. Silas grabs my hair, ripping my head back a menacing growl escaping him before he sinks his teeth into my neck making me scream. His bite hurt, blood running down my neck and over my shoulder as his teeth razored through my flesh.
Pulling back, I was left shaken as I stumbled off his lap, my legs shaking as I tried to create some distance between us, my entire body burning from his bite, making me feel sick. Silas gets up off the bed stalking towards me before roughly pulling me forward and swiping my hair off my shoulder which was now drenched in my blood.
“I don’t understand, why didn’t it work?” he growls.
I couldn’t feel anything but pain radiating through my neck from his bite.
“You actually thought you could remark me?” I scoff. Silas grip tightening as he glares down at me before I find myself slammed against the wall, his hands around my throat in warning but not tight enough to affect my breathing. I could see him trying to regain control of himself, trying not to kill me.
“Go on, do it, do it Silas. Kill me at least I will be rid of you,” I spit at him, no longer afraid of death. If it were my only chance at freedom, I would take it. He has proven to me time and time again he doesn’t care for me, only cares for what I can do for him.
Silas lets go, stepping back his eyes softening, and I wondered what he was thinking when he suddenly dropped to the ground leaning against the side of my bed placing his head in his hands.
“I don’t know what to do” I hear him whisper and if it weren’t for my heightened hearing, I wouldn’t have heard him.
“Do you feel nothing for us?” he asks, and I bite down on my tongue, willing myself not to answer. Sweat beading on my neck and I feel my nausea build in my stomach. Silas looks up when I don’t answer.
Falling into a dreamless sleep, I wake early from an overwhelming urge coiling in my stomach. Ripping the blanket back, I run for the bathroom but barely make it in time as I puke. Spew going half in the toilet and the rest on the floor. I continued throwing up violently. My entire body retching until my stomach was completely empty. Getting up, I flush the toilet before grabbing a towel and cleaning up the mess on the floor. Stripping my clothes off, I step under the shower while grabbing my toothbrush so I could rid the taste from my mouth.
The shower helped a little, but I felt weird today. Different, my entire body felt exhausted. Every muscle ached like I ran a marathon. Washing my hair soap got on my bite mark from Silas making it burn badly. Hopping out of the shower, I wrapped a fresh towel around myself before looking in the mirror, my entire neck had turned black where he bit me. Black like tar spreading down my neck and across my shoulder, the veins clearly visible under my skin which was oddly pale almost see through. Black veins spread from his bite like I had been poisoned from it.
Even turning my neck hurt. Chucking some clothes on, I go in search of Abbie and Marian finding them in the kitchen. They take one look at me before rushing over worried.
“What the hell happened to you? What happened to your neck?” Abigail asks worried.
“Silas tried to remark me, I think it is making me sick,” I tell her, suddenly feeling lightheaded just from walking the short distance from my room to the kitchen.
“Let me try to heal you,” she says, dragging me into the pantry and closing the door. I could see the concentration on her face as she placed her hand against my neck and shoulder.
Abigail pulls her hands back looking at them. “Why isn’t it working?” she asks, looking at Marian.
“Fucking stupid oversized fire breathing lizard” Marian spits angrily.
I sat down on the floor not able to stand anymore. My entire body felt hot like I was running a fever. The room was warping and pulsating and even though I was on the ground, I felt like I was falling. My head became heavy and each time I blink the darkness on the edge of my vision slowly consumed me.
“Abbie, I don’t feel good” I tried to say but I wasn’t sure she heard me when I suddenly lost all feeling and consciousness.
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