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Sins of my Blood

Chapter 2 Two

Word Count: 2500    |    Released on: 16/09/2019

hat was keeping me alive. There was no point in me hoping that this blade was fa

at the end of my strength, I could still see the

d the fact that I no longer was as strong as I once was; and cursed the pe

athed the once dark corridor in light. And that was when I got a clearer look

il that would now lead to my demise. The mark on his wrist was one which I prayed would not be there—that it would

t screamed d

ol of my

f a vampir

s man was wearing a full sleeve shirt but I knew where the tattoo started and en

ready to die yet but this curse and the man standing before me made me realize that I did not have

and waste my oxygen." He raised his arm, the one with the silver dagger and got ready t

sentence as another bout of agony stabbed my insides. I needed to feed, but I did not want to die. The

e alive anyways. You are an abomina

and end my life. Why did I bother trying? Nothing I would say or do would make this man budge, so what was the point of wasting the p

ith?" I stared him in the eyes as I said this, not wanting to show fear during th

he fucking with my mind, so he could drive me off the brink of sanity and then kill me? W

h before fixing me with a glare. "No, an easy death would be a blessing I cannot bestow upon you. You must suffer more than you are already suffering, and then if death chooses to come for you

me to cry out, causing tears to stream down my face in rapid succession. I was going to die if I d

ch was immediately responded by the pounding of a dozen footsteps. Before I could blink, I

in and make sure she is not abl

uish which my bones were protesting against was far louder than the rough handling of my

as why I had no idea where we were going and the only reason I knew where these men were taking me

fog of excruciating agony I could barely understand what these people were saying, let alone make sense out of their words. What was the point of my captor coming and enjoying my cries

sudden contact with the hard floor. Why the fuck were they making it worse for me when I was going to die anyway? I understood that they w

he door shut on their way out. I should not even bother trying to check if the door would open so I coul

ould fall weak so quickly, in less than a day of not feeding. I believed myself to be stronger than th

death was almost at my doorstep. Soon I would say goodbye to this world and enter the next. Was t

heard the door opening once again, followed by the sound of footsteps.

ess which was starting to blur the edges of my vision. In the next few minutes, I would probably surrender to darkness and I wasn't sure if I would be able to wake up again, I forced a smile

ition, not daring to let go. What was wrong with him? Why was he touching me when he abhorred my existence? Maybe he was going to make this kil

e and you are drool

n if they were the arms of the enemy—meant that I was not alone. No matter how stron

ant to make you suffer; to cause you much more pain than you have ever experienced in your miserable life. And if you think you

eep me alive for his own personal amusements, he couldn't because I was going to die toni

moan in pain brings me great joy. My physician will be coming in a

o alleviate the burn which was simmering behind my eyes. But he

ter what! You don't get to die on me like this; you don't

." I closed my eyes, not caring a

breath. Why, oh why, did this physician had to com

threw the command as if he were throwing o

ysician come in before the man who would torture and kill me for

snap my neck in two if I dared to provoke him. The world called me a killer,

what's wrong with her and if there is any way you can prevent her from d

e physician checking me over and for so

t's wrong

response, then I'm afraid I can't do that. The

What supernatural ca

s been

igured that out. Who the hell made this man a physician an

uffering because of a curse and nothing biological?" Why

is writhing in pain, I think it's best if I figure out what kind of a cur

th that. If only

as sure he would figure it out sooner or later.

his take?" Came the

ine more so I can find the exact cure. And with the way she is

the tissue sample. And meanwhile, I will mov

l move her?" I wasn't sure I

ake her t

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