Bloody Eyes
|Bab 25|
“K-you! NAY! I may be hallucinating! Harvey...already? Has my time come?- he let everything he brought fall to the ground, putting his hands on his head.
"Why should I hallucinate?" —He approached with long, fast, uncomfortable steps.
— Add Harvey! Go then! You shouldn't be real!- Luana muttered, her eyes glazed over.
He did not imagine it would be this difficult when the time came. It seems scary to get married and live in a supernatural world.
“Why should I disappear?- he said and took Luana's hand off her face, making her look at him. “Isn't that supposed to be real to you just because I got into your dreams and saw you? To know that I am so real! And this - she touched Lua's neck, where there was still a small scar from her bite - I did it!
"You don't have to say it's real." Tears were gone from his face. “I've known that for a long time. But there's something I don't understand, but it's also not worth asking.” The rudeness was evident from his voice.
— I chose you to be my wife Luana, there is nothing to understand.
Ada, thought. There are and many. Something is wrong with that story. He felt neither desire nor love from her, but hate. What will be the mystery behind the story? He lied, it was obvious, he just didn't see it. But what's there to say? To stage? No-no. He won't last long.
- Why? Because me?
— Because it's you, I want to be by my side forever.
Nope, no. Liar, Luana said to herself. He seems to have feelings for others. But why choose it? That doesn't make any sense. "I have a reason for that, which you'll know later." What Daniela said was now understandable. Luana leaned over and picked up what had fallen to the floor, threw her backpack into a corner and placed the basket on the dressing table.
"You haven't even told me where you are until now." Sounds cold.
- Important to you? - Luana responded sharply. - I don't think so! He let out a bitter laugh about the sickening superiority.
“That's important now because it's never happened before. By the way, where are you? This is the last time I'm asking you.
Luana sighed in annoyance, putting away the empty scabbard that held the sword.
— Is there a problem with your sister's training fight? — she did not answer, she kept quiet, which made a little difference for Luana who was now taking off her shoes, it was better for her to remain silent.
Not caring about it, he walked into the bathroom, which he made sure to lock the door and take a shower, changing into comfortable sleeping clothes. Upon returning to the bedroom, Luana finds Harvey sitting on an armchair with a picture frame in his hand, which he is watching.
"Drink my blood and let me drink your blood." Your voice and expression are not interested.
"Like that?"
"That's how vampires marry: by the exchange of blood." She stands. — The only thing I want from you in this marriage, first of all I will explain: that you feed me and I will do the same. We become dependent on each other when we do that.
Luna hesitated. Don't know what to say, don't know what to think. It didn't seem like a bad proposition as long as he followed it.
"Are you sure you won't do anything else Harvey?" I'm just doing this for Daniela and Max. I'm accepting as long as you don't hurt him.
“Max? Her expression suddenly changed, Luana felt a hint of fear but continued.
“It was just the child I adopted. It was a vampire who showed up at the hospital where I worked.
"okay." Her voice softened. "As long as you do your job."
"Task," he murmured as if it was an insult.
— Yes Luana, your duty as my wife. It's the only thing I want from you.
“OK, Harvey. I'll do my part, as long as you do your part and don't touch me.
- Done. Now”—dia leaned closer, her eyes flashed more intense—“eat me.” Harvey leaned over Luana, leaning against the bed.
He suddenly felt a tremendous thirst as his scent struck his nostrils. It was the scent of snow-covered Pines. Chilly. Cold as he. He felt something like a magnet pulling his body into his body. And he stuck his fangs in Harvey's neck, quenching his thirst. And almost at the same time, the pain from a few days ago struck him again, when Harvey stuck his sharp teeth into his neck. He felt something strange assaulting him, as if all the emptiness he felt had been filled by that uncomfortable feeling. Luana felt like retreating, but she couldn't, something didn't allow her. Already late. The bond is formed.
His mind, heart, and soul struggled to let go, but his body acted against his will. Luana felt trapped and asphyxiated attacking her. Then he removed Harvey's neck as if it were, as if he would be the reason for his suffering, the reason for his destruction. She felt that feeling was the worst in the world, she felt like crying, but she swallowed it. He regretted accepting that. It was probably the worst thing he had ever done in his life. He felt that it would tear him apart and kill him bit by bit. It was as if a ravine sucked him up, into his terrifying and terroristic depths and left him gasping for breath. It was as if the lump in his throat would never go away. It was as if it would squeeze even tighter and strangle him to death.
He felt like screaming. Screaming to the world how cruel he was to her. He just wanted one day that dream could end and he could live his normal life again. But he also knew that it was not a dream and under no circumstances would it stop being real. He just wanted someone to greet him and listen to him at that moment. When he opened his eyes—he shut tight until now it felt sore—he no longer saw Harvey's presence. He's already gone. And this wasn't a dream like last time. He felt his presence more real than ever.
He felt tired and threw himself on the bed. She feels bad. No, not his body was wrong, but his soul. He feels defeated. Her crying could no longer be swallowed. Those tears are glittering. It flows out — hot, bitter, sick. He gradually loses his color, his light, his shine, his life, with the sunrise. The dawn is cold, dark, gloomy. Closeness to the grace of the new day.