seemed cool and calm
out of all of them.
Alexander
sped toward the house and he arrived in less than five minutes. He climbed out
of the car, then came to my side and opened the door. He pulled me along with
him into the house. “Dorian! Alan!” he called as he pulled me into the main
living room. “Sit,” he ordered.
I
sat and he walked to the bar and grabbed a bottle of vodka. “Whoa what are you
doing?” I asked a little worried.
“You
should be almost healed by now,” he said as he grasped my wrist and exposed the
bite. The bite looked worse. It was still oozing blood, and it was red and
swollen.
I
stifled a cry with my free hand as he poured the vodka all over the wound on my
arm. Dorian, Alan, and Rick came in the room as he was doing it.
“What
happened?” Dorian asked as he came to Alexander’s side and examined my arm.
“She
was bit by a werewolf, and it isn’t healing,” Alexander said as he pressed a
clean cloth to my arm.
“Why
isn’t she healing?” Dorian asked confused.
“I
don’t see anything,” Alan said as he flipped through a book.
“What
if she just forgot how?” Rick said absently.
They
looked at Rick, then at one another. “That is a possibility,” Dorian said as if
he was considering it.
“How?”
Alexander asked sounding skeptical.
“Well
a vampire’s mind is how everything is possible. If you want someone to do what
you say you think it and it gets done, maybe healing works the same way,”
Dorian said as he snatched the book from Alan.
“That
makes no sense,” Alexander growled.
“It
does, she has to make herself heal. She has to remember how too,” Alan said
like it made complete sense.
“That’s
great and all, but if she doesn’t remember how too what do we do?” Alexander
countered.
“I’ve
got an idea,” Rick said amused. I watched him a little hesitant about his
ideas. I was sure they would hurt me in some way. “Stand up,” Rick ordered.
Alexander
and Dorian backed away so I could stand. “What are you going to do?” Alexander
asked as I stood.
“I
am going to help her remember by pissing her off.” As soon as he said it he
brought his arm up. I barely saw it before his fist connected with my jaw. I
went crashing into the couch, and crumpled to the floor.
“No!”
Alexander growled stepping toward Rick.
Dorian
caught his arm to keep him from advancing on Rick. “This might work,” he said
softly.
“Or
he might hurt her more,” Alexander countered.
“It’s
a chance we have to take,” Alan said agreeing with Dorian.
“This
is going to be fun,” Rick said happily as he grabbed me by my arm, and hauled
me too my feet.
I
glared at him and went to speak. He cut me across my face with another punch
sending me back to the floor. I didn’t know what to do. I scrambled to my feet
as blood poured from my nose. I couldn’t believe they were just going to let
him beat me. I swung at him and he easily dodged it. He grasped my injured arm
and squeezed. I went to my knees as I cried out in agony. He brought his foot
up and kicked me in the stomach. He kicked me again and again. Then he released
me, and I collapsed sobbing. I couldn’t fight him. He was too strong and I
didn’t know what to do. He quickly knelt beside me and wrapped his hands around
my throat. I looked at him terrified as he squeezed tighter and tighter. I
struggled, but it seemed useless. I was suddenly very angry at the fact that he
was doing this. I swung and caught him across the jaw. He flew into the
opposite wall and I rolled onto my stomach. I got to my feet and rushed him,
but Alexander caught me around the waist.
“He
was trying to help,” he said softly.
He
was trying to kill me,” I growled as I attempted to get past Alexander. Rick
was slowly getting to his feet. He looked amused and it only infuriated me
more.
“I
doubt that. Look at your arm. You healed yourself,” Alexander said softly.
I
hesitated and looked at my arm. He was right it was
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