Tico, David, Obie and Richie were on their feet.
Richie was ready to wring her damn neck when she even had the audacity to snicker at them, her fangs glistening in the electric light.
“What the fuck is so funny? You think you have a reason to snort when a man’s life is hanging in the damn balance?”
“I suggest you boys settle down know..all these testosterone is playing havoc on my thirst…a girl could get hungry you know.”
As if one they stood their ground, leering at her.
Crossing her legs lazily, using her womanly wiles she pouted.
“Just settle wont you? I said you couldn’t do anything…I didn’t say I couldn’t.”
Richie stomped closer, rage was simmering in those dark pools.
“This is not the fucking time to play word games ok darlin’? Why are you still sitting there? HELP HIM FOR GOD’S SAKE!” He was bellowing at the top of his lungs.
“Easy now cowboy, I can’t heal him just yet. I can keep him alive until I found what I need for the ritual.”
“Ok whaddaya need…Obie can get it.” Tico was chomping on a cigar.
Flicking a forefinger at them she smiled.
“Oh no this is not an easy obtainable item,not even your celebrity status can help you get it. I need the Du Lac Cross for this ritual. We need a church, full moon, incense. Think you boys can handle the incense and a church?” She was rapping her long nails on the bed, not sharing their agitation in the least.
The men nodded eagerly, incense and a church they could manage…the full moon will come in due time but the La Cross thing…
“I’ll get the Du La Cross.” She answered for them.
David didn’t trust her sudden eagerness.
“Why cant we get it?” His blue eyes were full of mistrust.
“How do we even know you will return?” Richie’s question hung in the silent room.
“You will just have to trust me wont you, besides the Du La Cross is a relic treasured by vampires. We have the only one and trust me, no mortal will be able to get hold of it. It will be full moon in two days time, so we don’t have much time left. ” She had the upper hand, she knew it and enjoyed it.
There was nothing more to say. They nodded and waited for her next move. Two days sounded like eternity to them. Two more days of snarling, sweating, ailing vampire….
“Before I go, I need you boys’ help again. We need to pin him down….” A loud protest vibrated in the room. There weren’t a man present without any bruises inflicted by Jon’s immense strength.
She smiled:”….he needs to feed..my blood will provide him with enough sustenance to keep him alive until I come back.”
Getting them mentally and physically ready, Richie was the first to step forward.
“Why do we need to keep him down?”
“He won’t be able to stop feeding and I don’t have the strength to control him myself.”
She saw the mocking in Richie’s eyes but chose to ignore it.
“Ok lets do this.”
Each man focused on a limb and prayed that they would have the strength to keep him down.
“Ready?” A long red nail was hovering above her wrist.
They nodded and she sliced.
“If he kills me, he is a dead man, understand?” lowering her wrist, the dark, inky blood started dripping from the wound.
At first there was absolutely no reaction but suddenly the motionless body roared to life. Fangs shot out instantly, blue eyes blazing. Rearing up with a terrifying rumble scraping from deep within him, he latched on, gulping down as much as the flow of the blood would allow.
Everyone was on full alert, revolted by the scene in front of them yet feeling pleased by knowing that their brother was on the way of recovery.
Chimala waited patiently, knowing that she would probably need to feed after this session, he was greedy, she could feel her energy draining fast. Lifting her face she watched as the men stood there gaping.Llosing her concentration proved to be a huge mistake…
Sharp, cruel teeth carved into her skin.
Chimala slumped , her hand shoved against the face so close to her arm.
“I cant get him off! He needs to stop now...NOW!” She screamed as hysteria build.
“Oh God! Guys!”
Her head whipped Richie’s way.
“You wont get him off. Help me get my arm away…that’s the only way.”
“But he is going to rip your arm to shreds.”
“That I will survive…” her voice was losing its strength.
“Dave you get onto his legs, Tic his chest…Obie come help me this side!”
Taking hold of her slender arm, Richie had the fleeting thought of them breaking her arm, so tiny was she.
Dark blood rushed over his fingers…”PUUULLLLLLLL!!!!!!! FUUUUUUCCCCKK!!!”
A cry of pain escaped her lips as they heard the ripping of flesh.
Richie hit the carpet and felt her slight weight crashing into him.
Adrenalin was pumping through his veins and he shot up.
To everyone’s surprise Jon settled back, his breathing settling immediately.
“He’ll be ok. I have to go…”
Ripping a piece off the sheet, Richie offered to cover the horrendous gaping wound.
She was swaying dangerously.
“Are you ok?” What was the world coming to? He was concerned about another damn vampire?
“I need to feed. I’ll be ok.” She stumbled towards the door.
Following her, he opened the door only to prevent her from exiting.
“You will come back for him wont you?”
She didn’t say a word, just stared at him with lifeless eyes.
“…cause sugar if you don’t, I’ll make it my life’s mission to hunt you down and rest assured that I will have a stake ready with your name carved on it.”
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