My Immortal by Anastasia Dangerfield Page A

think it's the hunger but the drugs just help the hunger
pains. It's how he's got by thus far starving himself.
    Poor thing.
    I…don't…want…your….pity. His voice is
weak and strained, even in my mind.
    Well, you're getting it. It's just sympathy
though. Not pity.
    Arg!
    His eyes keep flicking to Jezebel. She is
still curled away from us, but she's been stirring. She'll wake up
soon. I know he's thinking about draining her dry. I can only
imagine the thirst he's going through.
    If I were in a desert with no water, hell I
may even want to drink her blood, no matter how sick it made
me.
    Stop eying her. Her blood made you sick. It
will be no different this time.
    No but it'll stop
the…pain….for…a…little…while. I need….relief.
    He moans and whimpers and it breaks my
heart.
    Not long has went by but his resolve is weak.
I've heard bits and pieces of his mind, finally.
    Now that he is thinking about something, of
course it's about Jezebel.
    He's thought about just a taste of her
blood, just enough to wet his mouth, just a few precious swallows
of that rich, red liquid… to I have to, I have to drink her
now, gods, I am going to drink her dry. Never been so hungry. Will
she be enough? Maybe I should just slit her pulmonary artery so I
can take bigger gulps…
    "Shadow!"
    "Hmm?"
    "I can hear your thoughts! You're not going
to drain the possible mother of your child! As much as I want you
to drain her…I'm not going to let you. You will regret it later…and
you'll hurt."
    He shakes and his breathing is ragged. His
body is now slicked with cold sweat and his fangs look like they
are throbbing. He keeps licking his lips without even realizing
it.
    He moans again.
    I observe him. I don't know what to do.
    I can't take this…anymore…k--kill me,
please….
    Oh gods. Did he really just ask me to kill
him?
    My eyes go wide with shock and I can't even
form a reply. My heart beats wildly, pounding against my chest
cavity.
    Shadow's gaze flicks straight to the pounding
pulse at my neck and he moans. I think he tries to shut those
pretty red eyes but they open almost immediately, making it just
seem like he blinked.
    You can have me. I won't refuse you . I
say.
    I move my grungy hair over to one shoulder,
exposing my neck. I run my finger along the little flicker of my
pulse on my neck, trying to tempt him.
    He glances back over at Jezebel.
    I stick my neck closer to him, leaning into
his personal space and his nostrils flare.
    His lips peel back away from his fangs a
little and he slaps his hand over his mouth.
    Then I cannot believe what he does.
    He bites himself on the wrist.
    "Shadow! Baby! Stop! You're going to get
sick…or…or…this is bad, you can't drink your own blood!"
    He just moans in bliss, loudly. I can hear
his throat swallowing large gulps. Pleasure is etched on his face
and I feel so badly for him.
    He is trying so hard to save me and the girl
from himself but I'm not letting him sacrifice himself for me again. Plus, he is the one that needs saving this time and I
am here to do the job. I owe him.
    It's why he is in this position in the first
place.
    I grab my knife from the back of my pants and
slowly bring it up to my neck, without him noticing.
    Poor thing, he's still guzzling down his own
blood moaning like crazy at the short-lived relief he is getting.
Unfortunately, he is becoming paler and paler by the second and his
breathing and pulse both decelerate.
    You're going to drink yourself to death,
right now, if you don't stop.
    Don't care. Can't stop.
    I make my decision.
    Shadow, I hope you forgive me for this.
    I slice into my neck with my knife right on
the vein. If he doesn't drink me, I will still bleed out.
    You better not waste it, I send
half-heartedly.
    He freezes, wrist to his mouth staring at me,
eyes wide as saucers. Panic is written across his features.
    My head spins and my vision wavers. Losing my
balance, I fall back towards the floor but he catches me with one
hand on the back of