Price Of Pryce

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*

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A familiar painful yet rejuvenating sensation made me hastily opened my eyes, and I noticed that all I can see is darkness. But surely, I already have opened my eyes.

"Fudge it!" I cursed in surprise as I have carelessly sat up, and my face met a hard surface that made me lie down on my back again while rubbing my forehead. I will undoubtedly have a bruise because of it. Bruise? No way.

Where the heck am I anyway? Wait... What happened?

Puzzled, confused, and all other wondering emotions, I tried to touch my surroundings and hoping that I could find answers. Why can't I see? Am I not in my vampire form? I think I am. I still have my wishing necklace around my neck.

While I am trying to recall the events that could have happened before I got here in the darkness like I am inside a very unreasonably narrow space, I panicked. Fudge, is this a coffin? No. Why would I be in a coffin? I'm not dead. Well... Not really. Not totally.

Then, I flinched as I heard a spark and saw a small, very bright light that quickly disappeared near my head. 

"Electric charge? From what? Lightning?" I muttered in bewilderment, and I blinked my eyes multiple times as I could slowly see something, more like... recalled something from my long-term memory.

Wait up... Lightning. Yes, lightning! I was hit by one. There were lots of lightning. Lightning that has killed a lot of... Were... Wolves. Werewolves. Oh, shit!

Remembering the events that had occurred recently before my vision turned black, I yelled, "Pryce!"

And quickly, I found myself somewhere familiar. Out in an open field and it's deep in the night.

As I feel drops of water on my head, I looked up at the sky and noticed that the rain is pouring so hard, making all of the surroundings blurry. The darkness of the night is not helping at all in making me see properly. But, thankfully, I can see a bit clear because I am in my vampire form, uncontrollably. Or maybe... I was really in my vampire form since earlier.

When I remembered her again, I tried to look around me to find everyone else. No, she was... Hurt. I was hurt. Where is everybody? Where is she? Where are the monsters that want to kill her? And, no, she is not dead! She... Where? No.

As moments passed that I am battling with my thoughts and memory, I could feel like my system is shaking in fear that I don't know if where did it come from, maybe from the feeling of repudiation from the truth. And, no, I am not accepting it! There is no fudging way that she is gone!

I turned to look at the large dead tree on my right and to the smaller living one on its left, and I walked near to the living tree as I noticed that a big branch of it has fallen to the ground. It's freshly ravaged by the great energy from the upset sky that has woken me up.

But wait... What has the branch fallen upon? Grave? It's a grave! No. Graves. Oh, my!

Then I froze in place as I have read what was written on the tombstones, which one of them was cracked by the branch, and I don't want to think that I am seeing this sight properly. My mind must have been messing up with me. No! This can't be! She is not dead! I am not dead!

Using the strength that I have in my body, I lifted the branch that is on our graves, yet I can barely move it. And I tried to use my telekinesis, but still, nothing has happened. Where is my super strength? My powers? I am a freaking vampire and a witch! Why can't I use them? Though I teleported just a while ago, I can't do it again now. Why? 

Maybe my energy was drained? Probably. 

Now, I badly need to drink blood or just any food. But, Pryce... she must be down there. I need to get her out. I need to save her.

Desperate in fulfilling my mission of moving the branch out of my way, I tried biting my wrist to get a taste of my blood, but I can't get any. I have no blood? No! Why? Oh, maybe that's the reason why I cannot use any of my powers. Definitely.

I tried to look around me, and I finally got a sight of something, no, somewhere that could be the answers to my hungering whole being. My house. Yes, it's my house!

Then I looked back at the tree before me. Now, this is weird. I haven't seen this tree here before. Hmmm.

I left my inexplicable concern alone and tried to close my eyes to think of arriving inside my home and straight to the fridge where my blood bags are stored, but I frowned in dismay as I found myself still on where I am when I have opened my eyes. Under the heavy rain and hungry as fudge.

And, I went running since I have no other choice. My superspeed is also out of order. I am just so miserably useless. My Pryce could have been suffering down there, and I need to get her out as soon as possible.

When I have finally arrived at the porch of my house, I tried to open the door, but I can't. Who fudging locked it?