dick, rubbing and squeezing it through his pants. “Do you want to, Val?
It’s been years since we’ve mated but I’m not entirely opposed to the idea of
fucking you again.”
He knocked her hand away with a low snarl.
“Get away from me, Eone.”
“Fine.” She said huffily. “You don’t have
to be such a dick about it.”
He didn’t reply as he listened to Neil
approaching the compartment. The door swung open and he slid out, his eyes
searching the dim light for Abigail. She was standing a few feet from the
others, staring hypnotized at the large pink flower that was opening in front
of her.
Horror rushed through him and he shouted
her name as he flew lightning quick across the clearing.
* * *
Abby sighed and bent over, stretching her
aching back. They had stopped for the night and she was glad that she would
soon be off her sore feet, but the setting sun meant that Val would be waking
from his daysleep. She shivered and closed her eyes.
Please let him stay away from me
tonight. I don’t have the strength to resist him anymore.
She straightened and glanced around. They
had found a small house with an even smaller barn nestled behind it. The
others were carrying the supplies into the house, and she was reaching for a
bag from the wagon when the flower caught her eye.
She turned and stared at it. It was a
large, pink flower on a thick green stalk. It waved gently in the slight
breeze as if beckoning to her, and she realized with sweet wonderment that its
petals were opening up. What kind of flower opened at night, she wondered
briefly. She walked towards it and leaned over, staring intently into the
center of the flower. A strange, not unpleasant smell, was drifting from it
and she could see small red stalks unfolding from the middle of its soft
petals.
“So beautiful.” She murmured and leaned
closer.
She heard Val shout her name just as the
red stalks shot their tiny spears directly into her throat. There were tiny
pinpricks of pain and then Val was standing beside her, his strong arm around
her shoulders, and he was pulling her away from the flower and yanking the
spears from her throat.
“Abigail! Abigail! Stay awake!” He
shouted at her.
She realized the light was dimming and her
eyelids were growing incredibly heavy. A strange paralysis crept over her body
and with the last of her strength she clawed at Val’s face. She tried to say
his name but nothing passed her lips but a soft whispering moan. The last
thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was Val’s pale and worried face.
* * *
“What do we do?” Val shouted at Neil. He
was sitting on the ground cradling Abigail and he gave Neil a look of pure
panic.
Neil, his face pale, shook his head.
“There’s nothing we can do, Val. The flower’s poison has already entered her
blood stream. She’ll be dead within the hour.”
Val growled at him and pulled Abigail
closer before staring at the others. “One of you useless humans must know an
antidote, a way to save her.”
When they didn’t reply he gave a scream of
rage and anger that made them all wince. David approached and Val snarled at him.
“Do not touch her.”
David backed away as Val stared down at
Abby’s face. He brushed her hair back from her smooth skin and rocked her back
and forth. “Wake up, little dove.” He whispered pleadingly.
Maria knelt beside him and took Abigail’s
hand. Already it was growing cold as the poison worked its way through her
body.
“Val,” She spoke hesitantly. “You could
turn her.”
“No!” He shook his head. “I will not do
that to her.”
“She’s dying, Val.” Maria said gently.
“Maria’s right.” Eone crouched beside
them. “If you want her to live, then turn her.”
“That’s not living!” Val hissed at her.
“Besides, I cannot turn her from my bite alone. She must drink my blood. How
are we supposed to
It’s been years since we’ve mated but I’m not entirely opposed to the idea of
fucking you again.”
He knocked her hand away with a low snarl.
“Get away from me, Eone.”
“Fine.” She said huffily. “You don’t have
to be such a dick about it.”
He didn’t reply as he listened to Neil
approaching the compartment. The door swung open and he slid out, his eyes
searching the dim light for Abigail. She was standing a few feet from the
others, staring hypnotized at the large pink flower that was opening in front
of her.
Horror rushed through him and he shouted
her name as he flew lightning quick across the clearing.
* * *
Abby sighed and bent over, stretching her
aching back. They had stopped for the night and she was glad that she would
soon be off her sore feet, but the setting sun meant that Val would be waking
from his daysleep. She shivered and closed her eyes.
Please let him stay away from me
tonight. I don’t have the strength to resist him anymore.
She straightened and glanced around. They
had found a small house with an even smaller barn nestled behind it. The
others were carrying the supplies into the house, and she was reaching for a
bag from the wagon when the flower caught her eye.
She turned and stared at it. It was a
large, pink flower on a thick green stalk. It waved gently in the slight
breeze as if beckoning to her, and she realized with sweet wonderment that its
petals were opening up. What kind of flower opened at night, she wondered
briefly. She walked towards it and leaned over, staring intently into the
center of the flower. A strange, not unpleasant smell, was drifting from it
and she could see small red stalks unfolding from the middle of its soft
petals.
“So beautiful.” She murmured and leaned
closer.
She heard Val shout her name just as the
red stalks shot their tiny spears directly into her throat. There were tiny
pinpricks of pain and then Val was standing beside her, his strong arm around
her shoulders, and he was pulling her away from the flower and yanking the
spears from her throat.
“Abigail! Abigail! Stay awake!” He
shouted at her.
She realized the light was dimming and her
eyelids were growing incredibly heavy. A strange paralysis crept over her body
and with the last of her strength she clawed at Val’s face. She tried to say
his name but nothing passed her lips but a soft whispering moan. The last
thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was Val’s pale and worried face.
* * *
“What do we do?” Val shouted at Neil. He
was sitting on the ground cradling Abigail and he gave Neil a look of pure
panic.
Neil, his face pale, shook his head.
“There’s nothing we can do, Val. The flower’s poison has already entered her
blood stream. She’ll be dead within the hour.”
Val growled at him and pulled Abigail
closer before staring at the others. “One of you useless humans must know an
antidote, a way to save her.”
When they didn’t reply he gave a scream of
rage and anger that made them all wince. David approached and Val snarled at him.
“Do not touch her.”
David backed away as Val stared down at
Abby’s face. He brushed her hair back from her smooth skin and rocked her back
and forth. “Wake up, little dove.” He whispered pleadingly.
Maria knelt beside him and took Abigail’s
hand. Already it was growing cold as the poison worked its way through her
body.
“Val,” She spoke hesitantly. “You could
turn her.”
“No!” He shook his head. “I will not do
that to her.”
“She’s dying, Val.” Maria said gently.
“Maria’s right.” Eone crouched beside
them. “If you want her to live, then turn her.”
“That’s not living!” Val hissed at her.
“Besides, I cannot turn her from my bite alone. She must drink my blood. How
are we supposed to
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