pure vampire 6 Welcome,Death

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Once I catch my breath I check the wound on my neck and feel the punctures already closed. Impossible! How in the world did that happen? An image flashes back to me biting that man and drinking his blood like a lunatic, but I shake it off as desperation to live.

Slowly I stand carefully keeping most of my weight off my ankle. It's time to get out of here before he makes on his promise.

Once on my feet I feel it. My heart thumps hard against my chest. I clutch it in an attempt to calm it when it happens again. This time I actually feel my heart against the palm of my hand. The pain is unnatural; almost otherworldly bringing me to my knees. What's happening to me? I squeeze my eyes shut fighting it off. In seconds it stops and I let out a sigh of relief.

Gathering courage I stand once more but my heart isn't having that. A mean angry thud rocks my whole body hard causing me to collapse on the ground without a chance to stop myself. An unfamiliar heat begins to course through me. Sweat beads every inch of my skin as if a fire is inside working its way out.

I rip my shirt off and wiggle out of my pants to cool down only it doesn't help. My heart pounds again this time, if possible, even harder than the last. I can see the outline of it against my chest. My eyes widened in awe at the unexplainable occurrence happening.

The burning rises to an unbearable level as I scream and wither on the ground. My veins feel like molten lava is pooling within them instead of blood. They pulse so hard the blue veins are pressed under my skin as if trying to escape me.

I scream in pure agony seeing the blue veins covering my body burning me from the inside out. It hurts so bad I start to pray for it to just all stop.

But it doesn't.

For hours I lay there crying, screaming and worst of all burning.

The morning sun peaks in the small window adding light to my hell.

All night I have been here and no one has heard my cries of help. A sense of hopelessness washed over me at that moment. I'm going to die here this I know now. Every minute my heart beats slower and every second I realize my slow death is near. The burning hasn't stopped but after being in pain for hours upon hours my mind finally checked out.

The worst part is the pain takes me to the edge of unconsciousness but never lets me fall over. I can still feel my body however I can't move it. So here I lay staring longingly at the window awaiting death…

Just when I began to think the burning was the worst of it new pang strikes. A sharp bolt shoots from my head and expands my entire body causing me to arch from the ground. My tired voice finds itself and screams leave me in great force. My hands instinctively grasp my head when it begins to pound. Fresh tears spring from my eyes when my scalp starts burning. I pull my hands away and shout in horror at the sight of my hair in them.

All my hair is falling out!

No please this can't be happening!

When I touch my head again the bald spots beneath my fingertips give me the answer I don't want.

Why the hell did I bite him! I'm so stupid! The pain I'm in has to be a side effect of drinking foreign blood. My inner thoughts seize when my skin starts to rip and stretch. I look down at my skin expecting to see it ripped opened and blood everywhere, but it's still just covered in sickly veins. My burning insides twist and knot literally giving me the image of them being reshaped and pulled apart.

The pain became horrific and unbearable. My body reacted by lashing out and convulsing wildly. Even if I tried I would be helpless to stop the tremors. My voice was screaming so loudly I barely recognized but when I did I realized I was begging for death.

He was right.

This is the worst experience of my life and I can no longer bare it. With a thrashing body I curse the heavens begging death to end my suffering. My pleas must fall on death ears

My eyes blur losing sight when thick heavy tears escape them. Thick tears?

My body slows its thrashing long enough for me to acknowledge the burning in my eyes. I blink rapidly to clear them but it doesn't work. Instead I use shaky hands to wipe them clean. The substance leaking is thick and sticky. I blink harder forcing myself to see anything and slowly I see the outline of my hand...

then fingers...

...and finally the black tar like substance coating them.

I open my mouth to shriek but all of a sudden my throat closes up. My hands instinctively fly to my neck clutching it. My windpipe crushes beneath them; blood spluttering from my mouth. My body thrashes against the floor with the increasing agony.

This is the final stage. I can feel it near now.

Death…That cold heartless b*tch

The cool stillness of the room does little to ease my scorching flesh.

My body goes completely still; I lay paralyzed taking short erratic breathes.

My head lolls to the side. Blood and teeth drip out from my open lips.

I can't cry... my blind eyes leak tar.

I can't scream... my pipes are crushed.

My hair and teeth have fallen out.

My body is burning alive from the inside.

Damn dying hurts

This feeling is worse than any death. I always imagine death to be quick and easy. Of course the fat ugly loser that I am couldn't even get that right. So here I lay alone, cold but burning patiently waiting for death to make his arrival. I wonder if death is a man or woman; a bitch or a bastard? Maybe it's neither. Hell it could just be an entity that just get kicks out watching lives end. And what a horrible end I met.

My heart bangs one last rib splitting time sending a lightning bolt of pain through my body effectively ending my tortured life.

Last thought…..................

...............................Goodbye Jace…...........

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.to be continued...

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