Chapter 3: Choice Made
I have to choose to accept his help? What kind of absurdity was this? Like I'd refuse help? Come on.
Between wretching and dizzyness I could only nod.
"Sweetheart, you have to verbalize" before he could finish his sentence I did the unthinkable, I vomited all over him as he was holding me to keep me from falling. Grunting and shivering uncontrollably I looked up at him. With the nausea temporarily eased I looked at him with what I could only surmise as a pitiful expression on my face as I said the words that instantly came to mind.
"Of course I'd like your help, you idiot. Take me to the bathroom, please."
You would think with the seriousness of the situation he'd do as asked, but noooo, instead he took me into his arms, still covered in bloody vomit, turned my head to the side and bit me. BIT ME.
"What the hell?" I said but extream euphoria washed over my body as he took just a single sip and swerled his tongue over the bite. What happened next should have made me sick to my stomach even more, not to mention wierd me out, but instead it was as if my own stomach and brain had other ideas. Chance punctured his own wrist with his teath and put the bleeding thing to my mouth.
As if of their on voalition my hands took his arm and my lips latched onto his wrist. I began to suck as if my life depended on it. A choice made, my head did that for me. On instinct I took hold of him and began to drink deeply, taking into myself his life essence.
I should have been repulsed, but I wasn't. I should have pushed his bleeding wrist away, but I couldnt.
Instinctively I looked into his crystal blue eyes, and all that was happening seemd completely normal.
A choice was made and I have to live with what followed.
"Enough, Sweetheart." Chance's sing song voice sounded in my ears as well as my head. "You must rest now." He picked me up and took me to a bathroom.
He proceeded to clean the sickness off of me and, as though he knew this would happen, there was a fresh night gown on the counter that he changed me into. Afterwards he carried me into another room. This one bigger than the other, I might add. (Funny that that was what I noticed first.) He put me down beside the bed.
So as to get my mind off of the pain that spread like fire through my body I started to ask Chance a few questions, through gritted teeth, my first one went something like this.
"What the hell are you and what did I just choose to become?"
Chance actually had pitty and sorrow in his eyes and voice as he answered.
"Dearest Sasha, I am an Immortal, in turn, because you drank my blood you are becoming one as well."
The fire inside me intensified, my body doubling over in pain as it surged through my body, I was thrown to the ground, or I would have been if Chance didn't catch me.
"Just breath, my dear. It will pass." The pain in his eyes seemed to mirror mine to a certain degree.
"I'm so sorry you have to go through this, darling. This is not how i wanted it to happen." Chance's voice broke. "I wanted to court you, bring you slowly into this. Yet, the monsters rushed things. I should have known they would have followed me, to keep me from you. I can only tell you that they paid a hefty price for attacking you tonight."
The fiery pain subsided as he finished his sentence and I was left to discern what he meant. 'Not the way it was supposed to go?' He had planned to make me a vampire, or an Immortal, like him to begin with? What the hell was going on here?
It was clear to me that I needed more answers, but the fire started up again. He was going to answer for this, that was for damned sure.
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