The Last Furione - Chapter 4 by Edwina Smith


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SUMMARY: Max Gueverra is attractive, 5"11, has long, jet-black hair and is extremely dangerous. Follow her story as she battles through betrayal, forgiveness, love and hate. Combines the ideas of Underworld, L. K. Hamilton and Kelley Armstrong. Please don't sue!

"WRITING" IS SAID IN JAPANESE, UNLIKE 'WRITING' WHICH IS IN ENGLISH.

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CHAPTER FOUR - BITTEN
The visit started quite well so Alcide and I decided to stay the night. However, late that night, something terrible happened.

Something made me stir but I couldn't think what. I half opened my eyes to find that I was sitting up, leaning against something instead of lying down. That wasn't right. I was still half-asleep when I realised that I couldn't move. I started to struggle, trying desperately to move, hoping that this was all a bad dream.

‘It's all right, Max.' a voice behind me said. So it wasn't something I was leaning against, but someone. ‘Please do not struggle,' the calm voice continued, ‘you might hurt yourself.' All of a sudden, something horrible dawned on me. I knew that voice well.

‘Alc wa go on?' I slurred. I now suspected that I had been given a sedative of some sort as I found it difficult to form even the shortest of sentences. It must have been a very powerful sedative as I have a higher metabolic system than average people do, so they usually have no effect on me. This one obviously did.

‘Shhh. It's ok. Just relax and everything will be fine.' I now started to panic because lets face it - in this position do things usually turn out ‘fine'?

Just then, the lower half of the bed dipped. Somebody else was in the room. That couldn't be good so I struggled unsuccessfully to get free. "Alc lemme go, ow!" I sort of screamed. It was getting harder and harder to form the words in my mouth and I was growing sleepier all the time.

"It's all right Max," the other person said, "the sedatives will numb the pain and you won't feel a thing." The voice was familiar so I tried to manoeuvre my head to see who it was. I wish I hadn't because what I saw was Lucien. I say what and not who because something was terribly wrong with him. His eyes had bled to a hypnotic, icy blue and his teeth had grown larger and sharper. This was no dream - it was a nightmare, only it was real.

"LEMME GO!" I screamed at the top of my voice as the Lucian monster started to descend towards my left shoulder, teeth bared, where the sleeve had been torn away.

"It's ok Max. I am so sorry, please forgive me." Alcide said as the monster sunk its teeth into my exposed shoulder and bit me. It hurt so much and pain burned through my body. So much for the ‘not feeling a thing' theory. I realised I had been screaming for a long time and my throat was now raw.

Through a murky haze as my vision started to fade, I saw the monster bite down on his own wrist and put it to my mouth.

‘Drink this and everything will be better' he said as he forced my head to stay still and opened my mouth with one hand.

The blood filled my mouth but I refused to swallow it. I started to choke and I struggled as hard as I could with what little energy I had left, but in the end, I had no choice as I gradually ran out of air and desperately needed to breathe. It was horrible.

After a few seconds the blood flooded through my veins like an ominous cooling balm and I started do drift into unconsciousness with the horror of knowing that the man I had treated as a father had lied to me all of my life and brought me to my doom.

I managed to say one thing before I sank into the abyss of nightmares, visions and pain. I hoped that they could hear me; no, I was sure that they heard me. Both of them. It was "I hate you".

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SOME CHARACTERS AND IDEAS MAY BE BORROWED BUT THE STOREYLINE IS MINE. SO... PLEASE DON'T SUE OR COPY!!! THANK YOU FOR THE FEEDBACK - MADE SOME CHANGES.