Everlasting Breath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 17 (v.1) - Torture

Submitted: September 25, 2008

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Submitted: September 25, 2008



Chapter 17: Torture

I tried to scream but I was just pulled back further into the darkness. I reached my hand out to try to grab anything but I found nothing to grab hold of.

“Shut up you little bitch!” Someone said behind me. I’d imagined it was the person pulling me away, but I wasn’t sure if there was someone else there or not.

I started sobbing and tried to bite the person’s hand covering my mouth; not even thinking to use my powers. I felt utterly useless and confined.

Whoever it was turned me around to face them, but they were wearing a black mask over their face. I wondered where Dante and my father were, but decided I’d better find a way out of this predicament.

The person grabbed some tape from a counter and pulled it, biting a large piece off of the roll. It was still dark, seeing as we hadn’t left the basement, but my eyes were adjusting quite well; must be my vampire senses.

Whoever it was replaced their hand with the tape over my mouth and began to bind my hands and feet together so that they were all together tightly. I felt like a pig getting ready to go over the fire for eating. I started struggling against the ropes holding my hands and feet together but I couldn’t get out of them by myself.

I tried to look around to find whoever had tied me up, but I couldn’t find them. I struggled for a moment longer and stopped dead hearing a terrifying scream coming from the other side of the room

“Mom?!” I mumbled against the tape.

I heard quick footsteps coming toward me and felt a swift and hard kick into my side. I winced in pain and heard whoever it was growl under their breath.

“I said shut up!” They screamed.

I lay there, crying and gagging on my own spit as my mother was tortured not twenty feet away.

Soon after her scream, I realized that I was a darkling. What the hell am I doing? I asked myself. I can get out of here, what am I doing?!

I closed my eyes and saw the ropes coming undone. The tape followed soon after, slowly tearing itself from my top and bottom lips. I closed my eyes and my eyes started to water with the pain, but I told myself to be quiet with my movements.

I sat up now freely; the ropes and tape falling to the ground silently around me. I rose up slowly, focusing on the energy from the person who was torturing my mother.

I heard another scream and then some quick breaths followed by the sound of a whip smacking against something.

“Dumb whore,” the voice muttered.

I could heard my mother’s struggles against whatever was holding her down. I heard her gargled words as the person hit her over and over.

My anger started to boil in throat until I felt like I was going to vomit from the stress of the situation. I walked briskly toward the shadowy figure, focusing on this person’s heart, veins, and bones.

I broke everything in their body in one swift movement from my mind and the body fell limp to the ground with a hard thud.

I ran over to my mother and stopped to look at her.

“Oh. My. God,” I whispered. I brought my hand up to my face to cover my mouth in shock. I couldn’t believe she was the same person.

Her cheeks looked sunken in, her eyes held dark circles under them, her wrists were bloody and bruised terribly. A thick line of blood trickled from the side of her mouth and deep cuts covered her body.

She was naked, which was the worst part of all, and I could see every single thing this person did to hurt her. I saw all of the bruises-dark purple and blue-everywhere. I fell to my knees in front of her and cried, throwing my hands in the air.

I looked up again to see her looking down at me, her dark hair mangled and dirty and it clung to the sides of her face with sweat. A tear rolled down her cheek and onto her chin, falling down onto my face.

I stood up, cradling her distorted body in my arms and crying onto her chest. I couldn’t believe my mother was alive-barely-but she was alive. I couldn’t believe that I was holding her right now and that she wasn’t just a part of my dreams.

“I’m so sorry, mom!” I sobbed into her skin.

I untied her arms from the board that held her up and I caught her body as she fell down off of her restraints.

I carried her through the darkness and up the stairs, hearing her cry and choke on her blood. I couldn’t get myself together. I couldn’t be calm at a time like this.

We got outside and I placed her on the ground in front of the house, looking at her wounds in the light. God did she look terrible. I couldn’t get over the whip marks and the punch marks on her face. Her beautiful face had been ruined by the hands of a monster.

Her curly hair was now much too tangled to recognize and she looked skinny as hell.

I closed my eyes, and concentrated on her face, remembering it as it was. I tried to put it back together, healing the bruises and cuts, smoothing every knick.

I opened my eyes again, but she looked the same. She was still the same bruised and battered woman I had rescued from that terrible basement.

“What? Why isn’t it working?!” I began panicking, concentrating harder, though no matter how hard I would think and focus, nothing would happen. She was left unchanged.

“No!” I screamed, looking into the face of my once mother.

I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t working. How could I heal everyone except her?! Why wasn’t this working?!

I moved around her body quickly, concentrating on different parts, but nothing happened. Nothing was happening! I couldn’t heal my mother no matter how hard I tried.

I picked up her body again, hearing her short-disconnected breaths. She winced as I held her and walked to an open part in front of the house.

I transported us back to my house and ran inside with her in my arms.

“Dante?! Dad?!” I screamed as I laid her down on the couch. I grabbed a blanket from upstairs and ran back down quickly to place it over my mother.

“Where are you guys?!”

“Vikki?! What’s wrong?” Nikki came running inside from out back and stopped in the doorway to the living room. She opened her mouth in surprise and walked to my mother’s side slowly.

“Nikki, what should I do?! She’s going to die!” I looked down at my mother and cried harder.

“You have to bite her, Victoria! She’s going to die! If you don’t do it, I will!” She lowered her head to my mom’s neck but I pushed her out of the way, taking her place.

“Are you sure? Are you sure this is going to work?! Nikki, are you sure?!” I stared at her nervously.

“Yes! Do it now! She’s slipping away! Hurry!”

I lowered my head back down to my mom’s neck and stared at it for a moment. I hadn’t tasted the blood of a human yet, and I wasn’t quite sure of how I would react.

I screamed in pain as I felt my teeth growing out of my mouth. I smelled her blood; the sweet stench of her scarlet liquid that ran through her veins. I inhaled it deeply and my throat started to burn like it was on fire.

I decided to just get it over with. I felt my mother’s heart slowing and I knew that I had to react quickly.

I dug my teeth into her neck and swapped my venom with her blood, swallowing the fluids. My eyes rolled into the back of my head with the taste. It was better than anything I had ever tasted in my human life, and in this life. It had almost the taste of a delicious fruit punch skipping down my throat and nourishing the dry walls.

I broke out of the taste and came back to reality, releasing my grip from my mother and snapping my teeth back into place.

I backed away from her, looking down at her with sorrowful eyes. She began screaming and thrashing around under the blanket, her eyes opening and closing.

I looked to Nikki who just watched as though this were a TV show. She looked completely overcome with entertainment, and it sort of worried me. Her eyes were bright as she watched my mom shout and kick.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked.

“She’ll be just fine,” she said and then looked up at me with a worried expression, “Where’s Dante and your dad?”

“Oh my God! I don’t know! I went inside to help my mom and I never saw them again. Oh my God…” I looked for my father.

We’re fine, Victoria, no need to worry, kid. We’ve got to finish up here.

My father shot me the vision of Dante and him in the same house with a couple of bodies lying next to them. Dante brushed his hands on each other, looking at my dad and smiling.

Why didn’t I see you when I left? Did you see me leave with mom? Didn’t you hear her scream?

I was sure you had it taken care of. She’s okay, right?

I showed him an image of my mother’s current condition and heard a gasp in my mind.

I bit her, dad, but I had to, she was dying. I couldn’t heal her and I needed her to be okay.

I understand. We will be home soon, no worries. I don’t know who these people are, but they’re taken care of. We must do a sweep of all of the homes to make sure nothing like this is happening anywhere else.

I agree. See you soon.

I looked at my mother once more and she started to slow her motions down. Her heart stopped beating and I almost had an anxiety attack, but Nikki told me it was normal. I had forgotten that was something that happened when someone turned.

“We should let her rest. She’s probably going through a lot right now. Let’s make Xavier some lunch,” Nikki said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

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