His face slightly pales and I’m sure he’s remembering when the girl compared what happened to blood sharing. As a vampyr, he knows exactly what that means and the significance of it.
“It wasn’t as disgusting as I imagined a vampire’s blood to taste. It was stale, but not rotting. And I only had a drop of it. That I swear, Thorne.”
I fucking knew it. The cunning little liar could never taste like the one thing better than anything else but is also the thing that will kill you.
Waving at him, I urge him to continue. Relaxing a bit more, he does.
“She really did sleep practically all weekend. Sometime during Saturday Jullia said she finally woke up to drink a bunch of water, but after that she fell back asleep for another twelve hours. She would wake up every so often for something. Sundaymorning she woke up again to try some of the bagged blood, but she barely took a sip before she was done. Then she drank more water and passed out again. Jullia said she didn’t wake up until late Sunday afternoon and even then she didn’t say anything much.
“I walked them both this morning from their room to the cafeteria where everything had happened. Everything else I know is what she had stated in the infirmary. Oh, and when I was placing the rune on her to cement the blood oath I rolled her sleeves up and there had been scars covering her forearm. Most of them looked like burn scars, but there were a couple that could have been from knives and there was a scared bite mark too. A fanged bite mark. Aside from that it sounded like she’s spent her whole life in New York City and in her later childhood years and up until she was turned she stayed with a succubus. And Jullia said she sometimes has nightmares.”
I seem to keep a good enough handle on my composure because Asher doesn’t seem to register the fact that my blood is boiling. It shouldn’t be, and yet the fact that she has someone else’s fangs scarred into her flesh makes me want to rip the head off of whoever that mark belongs to.
Once again, the irrational feeling of wanting me, and only me or my brothers, to have a claim over her surfaces. I have to blame that damn perfume she wears. There’s no other reason I should be feeling this possessive over a dirty tainted brat.
Standing, I nod to Ruleten. “Make sure she shows up to one of Stone House’s parties this week.”
I don’t wait for him to acknowledge or agree, I simply leave. I need to go take a very long, very cold shower or go hit something. I should have training later, but I can’t wait for that.Darian should be in the arena by now, I’ll have him spare with me.
She’s worked her way into my senses and imbedded claws into my mind. I’ll need to drink her blood to also help right my mind. Proof that she does not taste as good as she smells. Then I’ll have to make sure she never wears that damn perfume again.
I’ll be back within my right of mind by the end of the week. For now I’ll view this as a show of control and will power. Soon enough the little poison drop will mean nothing.
Six
Mavyn – August 12
“Come on,” Jullia whines. “It’ll be fine, I promise!”
This is the third night in a row, the millionth time today. One week down, a billion more to go. That’s a sort of positive at least. That and the fact that nothing else has happened to me this week. It’s been radio silent from the celestials and Professor Asier has more or less avoided me.
The only non-positive is all week Jullia has tried to get me to go to at least one party with her. The start of some sort of party binge or spirit week or whatever they want to call it started Tuesday night. Since we have a sort of block schedule Tuesday was the official end to day one of school. That means everyone celebrates.
It’s also the start of initiations month. For the next thirty-four days, until the full moon next month, students will be sought out by the fiveHouses. Societies that are more or less like sororities and fraternities. Though it’s dipping closer to cult than a girl or boyhood.
Scrolling through the advisory careers tab, I come to the bottom with no new openings. Sighing in defeat, I toss the thing onto my pillow and roll to my back to stare at the bland ceiling. Apparently no one is hiring. Which means no job, which means no money, which means I have nothing.
“You’re forgetting,” I finally answer Jullia, “I have nothing to wear, no means to buy food after all the drinking I know you’re going to want to do, and no means to buy food tomorrow or Sunday to replenish all the nutrients I lost from drinking and puking all night.”
She harrumphs and climbs onto her bed to pout. My excuse tonight is even more sound because the cafeteria only serves food during days we have classes. Meaning weekends I’ll be left to dry. Not the worst predicament since I’m no longer receiving water mage blood bags, but blood only sustains me so much.
There’s a soft knock on the door before it’s opened and Asher walks in. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a polo with sunglasses on even though the sun is about to set. He’s also been encouraging about getting me to go.
“Asher!” Jullia jumps up from her bed and practically tackles him. “Help me convince Mavyn to go out with us. Didn’t you say tonight is the start of all the real parties. The ones the societies will be throwing and those are legendary. Please tell my boring, introverted roommate that she should at least live a littleand can borrow my clothes since she doesn’t have to cover up with there being no sun?”
True, I don’t have to cover up since the sun will already be set, but there’s another problem with that situation anyway.
Dragging myself into a seated position, Jullia grins at me. Giving Asher a dry look, I say, “Close the door and turn around.”
His eyes slightly widen as he doesn’t hesitate to do so and Jullia squeals as I start unbuttoning my shirt. I’m still in my school issued white button up since I haven’t changed into the pajama set Jullia has let me borrow yet and I have nothing else to wear.
Since it’s a pair of pants and long sleeve, and I always change and shower when no one can see me, she hasn’t seen my body.
Unbuttoning the last button I pull the shirt off me and watch in almost slow motion as Jullia’s excited eyes dim and her whole demeanor shifts. Asher, with his back still to me but beside Jullia to see her expression, tenses his shoulders.
They saw only a piece of it a week ago when Asher had to put the rune on my arm.
All up and down my arms, my shoulders, across my chest, my stomach, and covering my back are scars. There’s a flower, a dark blue bell-shaped flower that can kill every creature nearly immediately. It’s a poison you need the antidote immediately after ingesting in order to survive. Though if done correctly you can ingrain it into weapons to weaken nonmortals and leave permanent scars.