07-17-2014, 01:09 AM
His words were sounding farther and farther away, but Marin still heard them, and they frightened her. If she fell asleep, she would never wake? She forced lapis lazuli eyes open and clutched onto Adaline tighter, trusting that the woman wouldn't let her fall.
So wrist wounds were bad news. And she'd been the one to offer it, too. That had been very foolish. And now she was going to pay the ultimate price for it? She couldn't. She couldn't die not knowing who she was. What would flash before her eyes?
The vampire had said something else, but Marin's eyelids were heavy and she was too busy fighting sleep to focus on anything else. But then his feet came into view and she looked up as he plucked her away from the woman who had tried to save her. Marin held onto him, too, as best she could, but she felt very weak.
She didn't feel like she was in danger, but for all she knew he was going to drain what blood she had left. But something in her mind vaguely registered, something he'd said before about helping her. But now he didn't even know if it would work. What was it?
Marin was so close to him now, that it was too hard to keep her head up to look at him. She hoped he wouldn't mind, if she rested her head... for just a minute. She laid against him, though it was a bad idea. Immediately her eyes began to close again, but then he was bringing her wrist to his mouth again, fingers entwined in hers.
She felt his tongue on the sensitive, aching and wounded skin, and opened her eyes. He wasn't going to bite her, he wasn't, she didn't believe it. So she remained calm, though it was proving hard, after the experience she'd already had.
After a few long moments, the aching in Marin's wrist began to dull. The holes were closing, and Marin wouldn't lose anymore blood. She would need rest though, and more importantly, to eat something so that her body could make more blood.
Tears stung Marin's eyes. Twice now, two complete strangers had tried to save her. It warmed her heart, and hurt it at the same time. She would be forever in their debt, gladly. She rested her head against him again and accidentally dozed off once more, feeling safer than she probably should in a vampire's arms.
Another voice suddenly registered and pulled Marin from the edges of sleep again, or death, who knew? She lifted a heavy head to see who had spoken. What had he said? Had he said something about their master? Was he talking about her? Did he know her?
Marin immediately strained to see him better. Would she recognize him? While more aware of her surroundings now, she was still incredibly weak and tired, but, this new vampire was giving her great hope. He knew her, didn't he?
In reality, they had never known each other. Rohan was someone Lord Nomaru had turned vampire so that he would have a new and loyal servant. Someone to keep an eye on Marin while he was busy saving killing the world. Rohan would have great power having been turned by one of the most powerful Purebloods, and that's what Lord Nomaru was counting on.
But, if Rohan failed to keep her alive before her returned to take Marin, he would see to it personally that Rohan lived an agonizing existence for the next thousand years.
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