Selene (dealing_death) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-10 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, selene, seth nightlord |
Who: Selene (Open @ St. Vibiana's)
Where: St. Vibiana's
When: A few hours after THIS
Why: Selene got a 'bit' of a surprise. She needs a little help
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
The flood of metallic blood from the taste Drake had taken was slowing to a steady seep. It flowed along her neck into the garnet colored textile that was bound across her chest and torn from hem to thigh. Fire scorched her veins making her weak. When she finally forced her eyes open she was not in the ruined gallery but laid out upon the porch of the church. Home. Overwhelmed with joy at the word bouncing in her head she felt tears stinging her eyes. Home.
Faltering up the stairway to her room Selene enclosed the slow leak of blood from her neck with a hand pressed against the wounded, hot skin. The warmth branched out into the palm of her chilly hand flooding her heart with alarm. Why was it not healing? Pain still burned in her hand where she had been bitten as well. The journey to the top of the stairs was treacherous, for so few stairs she fell often and stopped many times to simply cry or catch her breath.
Alone in the dimly lit church she stumbled over an object left near the entrance of her room. Her vision was blurry, working against her, not for her, for the first time in centuries she struggled to see without light. Selene wished to call out for help but what could be done? Who could possibly come to her aide? For the first time she wished she was not different, that she was like the rest, if only that would mean someone knew what was wrong with her body and put it to an end. Weakness was shame in her eyes, Selene was always so strong and proud, the thought of anyone seeing her like this made another river flow from her eyes, making the black ring around her eyes bigger. How could she have let this happen?
In silence she cursed her attacker. Praying the mouthful of blood he had stolen from her veins would poison him as he poisoned her. If it didn't she would find him and deal the deadly blow. If only she made it through the night.
“Fight, damn it. Fight!” She growled at herself as if to will her bodies defenses to work. Clawing her way up from the hard wood floor she fell hard into the bed that lay in the center of the room. Behind her shaking body a light trail of blood led from the open door where she fell to her disheveled heap among the soft blankets on the divan. There was no attempt made to hide, the door was left gaping open, there was barely enough fight in her limbs to make it to the bed. Worrying about shutting the door just seemed a waste of what she had left.
In the center of the bed, curled up like an infant, Selene drifted in and out of consciousness. There was no effort to shed the tattered gown or smooth her hideous black hair. Circles of thick black mascara circled her darkened eyes. Pain shook her body along every nerve ending.