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Second part of the saga of a Vampire ... and the human that controls her. |
When I came to, I was lying on my back, staring up at the canopy of the forest trees. The sky was a darkening dusk, the sun bleeding red across the gray sky. Sunset. Good. The sun couldnât hurt me now. âThatâs right, vampire. Relax. It wonât hurt you.â I stiffened. No. Oh no. âAnd as long as you obey me⌠I wonât hurt you either. But if you disobey meâŚâ he chuckled darkly. âThatâs quite another story. Letâs not write it, shall we?â I flinched, fear rising within me as I pulled myself into a seated position, suddenly feeling horribly small. I was in a blood bond. âItâs a strange thing, powerâŚâ Walker murmured, smiling a bit as I turned to face him warily. He was sitting not far from me, leaning against a tree, whetting a knife slowly with a smooth white stone he held. âPower is like poisonâŚâ he mused softly, his gaze locked on me as he pocketed the stone, and sheathed his knife in his belt. His eyes were curious, speculative. âAdminister it correctly, and you wield a great power. Use it incorrectlyâŚâ He shook his head. âAnd it will destroy the one who uses it. Think of me as your poison, Vampire. If you do, it will go well for you.â I flinched, giving up all pretenses of ferocity, and turned away from him, drawing my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I buried my face in my knees, body tense, feeling more vulnerable than I had ever remembered feeling. I was at the mercy of a human man. An unpredictable one at that. Suddenly Walkerâs hands were on my shoulders. I started, my head jerking up, and then I froze as his grip tightened as if to restrain me. He had gotten up and kneeled behind me without my hearing him. How? âI must know your name. I canât just call you âVampire girlâ.â I remained perfectly still, unresponsive. âTell me your name.â âTaaja.â I blinked. The name had spilled from my lips without my bidding my voice to form the word. He raised his eyebrows. âTaaja? Just Taaja?â âTaaja Hart.â Dammit. So this was the power of a blood bond. The one unfortunate enough to be on the lower end of the âdealâ had to obey every command the Master made. Which was why blood bonds between vampires and humans were so rare. Which made blood bonds with vampires of the servant, the human the master, nearly non-existent. âHmm. You may call me Walker. Just Walker for now, if you like.â I said nothing, hardly able to even breathe properly through the hard, painful lump in my throat. I glared down at my hands sullenly, clenching my fists. I hated this already. Hatred was such a strong thing- strong poison that could have the potential to kill, kill even me. But Walker was my poison now. Walker could kill me. Hell, he could tell me to drown myself and I would do it, whether I wanted to or not. Would he kill me if he wanted to? I wouldnât care, I concluded. I would enjoy every second of my death if it meant the bond heâd created would be broken. âTaaja? Walkerâs voice was hesitant. I sensed him rise to his feet behind me. âCome. I will speak with you as we walk.â He reached down to grab my wrist, and pulled me to my feet. I couldnât protest. Suddenly a strange expression flickered over his face as I looked at him, his eyes flicking down to where his hand grasped mine. âYour⌠wristâŚâ he mumbled. âIt⌠itâs not broken.â Aha. I suppressed a grin, a hint of a sly smile flitting across my face. âNo,â I said. âNo, itâs not.â He picked up my other hand, examining it closely. He looked up at me in confusion. âBut I broke it,â he insisted. âI broke one of your wrists. I felt it snap. I nodded. âSo did I.â Walkerâs grip on my forearms tightened. âAnd now its healed.â I nodded again. âTell me why.â His voice was curious, but demanding. Well. If I couldnât control him, I might as well intimidate him with a taste of my own power. âWe heal abnormally quick,â I said simply. âHuman blood does wonders for us.â |
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