Title: Forever Waiting
Part 5
Author: Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Content: Violence, Vampirism
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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"Gangrel.....help" Edge's voice blasting though my ears.
I watched, angrily at this blond that carried the name Gangrel, my body lurching wildly, kicking, screaming frantically. Hair fell tattered around my sweating face, stray strands of my chestnut locks clung to my sweat stained face. Sweat pouring from me, while my body kicked around wildly in a vain attempt to escape.
"Christian....what did you do? No....tell me she didn't drink from you!" Panic filling his voice.
We stood, just back from the dirt road, the trees covering our presence. Three men and a mad woman. This Gangrel stepping towards me, one hand outstretched pointing at my head, the brothers restraining my wild fits. I hissed, baring my teeth, hissing like an angry, crazed cat. His chants overtaking my body, trying to control it. Once more I screamed, wild noises, mumbled like a babies leaving my lips.
Slowly his chants grew louder, his hand rested upon my burning forehead the power of his body surging though mine. Lightening bolts of fire lashing though me, I had no idea what these mystic chants meant, I only knew that they were taking over my body. Stopping my wild beast like kicking, a darkness like never before washed over me. Slowly, unwillingly I gave into the rhythmic chanting.
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I heard them speaking above me, their words slowly coming into an understanding. Motionless I lay upon an alter of stone, hard and cold beneath my back. As my eyes slowly blinked open they were engulfed by a red of blood, quickly I recognised a sheet of blood rich silk draped over this later of stone I lay upon. Shutting my eyes once more, I layed, memorising every word spoken, the words, the tone never forgotten.
"No more you need for food, nor drink, nor body functions, a spell I cast, for you are one of us, yet driven to madness. Perhaps one day you shall return to the living, but till then you shall stay in your stone tomb."
With those haunting words my eyes flicked open in panic, staring at the man, this Gangrel, once more speaking words or horror. I tried desperately to move, urging my muscles to work, nothing, choosing this time to rebel. I could not move, only my eyes revealing my internal pain.
In horror I watched this Gangrel and Edge, turn, their backs facing me, I saw them leaving, leaving me trapped here, unable to move, unable to scream.
Frantically I cast my eyes with Christian that stood over me, instantly they locked, unable to break the gaze. Desperately they pleaded with his ocean of blue, begging for release, screaming to be helped, freed from his stone tomb that soon would trap me.
I saw, the sadness filling his eyes, the sorrow for what he had done. By drinking from me, then I from him, he had driven me into the midst of madness, ensuring I be hidden away.
As our eyes spoke, I knew he could not undo the spell, he could not free me. It had to be done, forever, as long as his vampire lungs would breath, he would be torcherd by my face.
I felt his warm breath escaping his lips, engulfing my ears, in an array of senses, the words he spoke, I would never forget.
End Part 5