Chapter 3

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I could feel the rain pounding on my face, I was laying on my back, wet dirt under my fingers, I could hear my own breathing in my head. I opened my eyes to a grunting sound, like somebody trying to pull something that was stuck. I turned my head and saw a figure pulling something out of the now upside down truck. I was dizzy and tired. I had a fleeting thought that it was the man that attacked me; I gripped the dirt trying to stay still and silence my breathing. The figure looked over at me, this was a kind face, soft and gentle, his eyes were a light brown and his hair was blond. He looked like he had been in a bar fight even if he looked too young to even be allowed in the bar. He was bleeding on his face and arms; his shirt was torn apart. He saw my fear and came to me, leaning down towards me very closely.

He placed a gentle hand on my face. "Can you see me?" He asked as he moved his finger in front of my eyes. I nodded. He seemed nice and he was really cute, at least in the rain he did, and well maybe I might had been a bit delusional after the crash. "Good, now rest, you’re safe, I won't hurt you, I promise." I nodded but looked past him to the boy who had been driving the truck sticking half way out of the cab window. I tried to point at him to ask if he was okay. "Him?" the mysterious rescuer asked looking back towards the truck. I nodded at him; my vocal cords weren't working for me. "He is in bad shape, if I can get him out, then you both will go to a hospital and then you both will be okay." I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I reached down and felt the warm blood on my clothes. He reached down and pressed lightly on my hand. "Don't move, your in some pretty bad shape too, rest," My eyes started to close but I tried to hold them open. "Relax, you will be okay, you'll see me again soon." The weight of my eyelids was starting to take a toll on me, my eyes closed and I drifted into a horrifying sleep.

My eyes opened again, I was moving, I wasn't on the ground, but in somebody's arms, I looked up and the man that had saved my life was holding me in his arms, he looked down at me and then back up, he was running, yet he seemed to be running away from something. "Stay limp, go back to sleep." Once again, against my will, I fell back asleep.

Bright light, warmth, I was dry, my hair was wet. I opened my eyes, my vision was a little hazy but soon cleared up. I was laying in a bed, with a sheet over me, an empty chair to my left, a side table next to it with a full glass of water on it, and a curtain around my bed, and the room was very quiet. There was a shadow on the curtain; a person was walking toward me. There was a female voice whispering. "Will she be okay if I take her home now?”

Another voice answered. "Yes, as long as her bandages get changed every day she can go home." At the time the voice I heard was manly and was somewhat familiar. The curtain opened and I saw him, the man that attacked me, I gripped the sheet that lay over me. My Aunt Bertha was behind him. "Oh, she is awake," My aunt sat down in the chair next to me. "How…wonderful." The man gave a smile and winked.

I started to gasp, then I tried to scream, but nothing came out, my aunt held my arm. "Anna, honey, calm down your going to hurt yourself." I looked at her then at him then pointed to him 

then back at my stomach that was now wrapped in medical bandages. My aunt understood perfectly. "Anna he couldn't have attacked you, he is a doctor."

The man glared at me. "She is suffering from post-traumatic paranoia, she needs her rest," He took another step towards me and reached for a bag full of fluid going into an I.V. in my arm. I picked up a glass that was on the side table next to the chair and threw it at him; it hit him right in the face, which he covered with his bandaged hands. Aunt Bertha stood in awe. A couple of nurses came in and held me down as the “doctor” released more fluid into my I.V. The world started turning black as I looked desperately at my aunt who stood there and watched.

I shook my head back and forth, my eyes wouldn't open. A gentle hand rested on my cheek. "It’s alright, calm down, breath." I recognized the voice, the man that saved me, and took a deep breath. "There you go, now open your eyes." My vision was very hazy but I could see his blond hair very well. I pointed at the spot that I last saw the man standing. "I know he is here, he is your doctor, your safe with me, I won't let him come anywhere near you." I gave him a desperate look of questioning. He smiled, showing his white teeth. "You can trust me." I opened my mouth to try to speak but no sound came out, in fact it hurt to even open my mouth. "Your vocal cords were damaged during the crash, the fact that you were screaming when your head hit the dash, well, that had a lot to do with it, you won't be able to speak for a while, if ever again." I could see his eyes now; he seemed to pity me. He looked so sad, I started to try and mess with my hair to ask if I looked okay, trying to lighten the mood. "You look fine, don't worry, for what you have been through you look great." Well that was definitely a compliment; I looked him over and started to wonder where he was from, who he was, what his name was, and the typical teenage questions.

"Oh how rude of me, I saved your life and brought you to a hospital and never told you about me, my name is Samuel," He suddenly looked troubled. "I…I live on a farm away from here, I'm seventeen," I blinked at him; he had answered all of the questions I had just been thinking about, odd. I signaled that I wanted a pen and paper, which he pulled out from the drawer in the side table. "Here…" He handed it to me as he took off the cap of the pen for me.

I scribbled on the paper and handed it back to him. He looked at the paper for a minute then repeated the question back to me. “‘How did you know what I was thinking?' well I didn't, I guessed, and told you a little about myself." I took back the paper, something wasn't right here. When I gave back the page he looked at it a minute longer. “Why did you seem to be troubled when you told me about yourself?' My mind had gone blank for a second." He handed back the page, waiting for me to write more. I soon asked about the man that attacked me I had a hunch that this Samuel guy knew something he wasn't sharing. "Oh I don't know about your attacker, I just saw the truck fly off the road, spin upside down in the air then hit the ground." He was lying. He sat up straighter then looked away from me towards the curtain as if he had heard something; I hadn't heard anything at all. "Someone's coming, go to sleep." I immediately rested my head to the side just before the curtain opened.

"Samuel, what are you doing here?" The voice, the evilly rough and commanding voice now had a small sense of questioning.

"Protecting a victim from her attacker, what about you Vergal?" Samuel's voice seemed to be angered a bit.

"Checking up on my patient-"

Samuel had interrupted him. "You mean your victim; you know it’s illegal to feed from humans." The statement was confusing, humans; they were humans, what other option was there?

"I didn't feed of anyone!" The evil voice said in an angered whisper.

"Then explain to me why she has your aura all over her."

"I am her doctor I have been working with her all night."

"So next time your running low on patients, your going to go and attack somebody, and make them come to the hospital so you can drain their blood when nobody is looking?!"

"Samuel, this is not for you to meddle in." The voice sounded more threatening than ever.

"It is when you break the law and the whole clan gets punished." There was a sudden choking sound.

"Samuel, I have told you time and time again, stays out of my way, she will die, and her soul-blood and her physical blood will be mine." There was a crash of somebody hitting the ground, then somebody walking away.

Coughing, I opened my eye slightly, Samuel was on the ground. I sat up at bit with all the pain in my stomach and tried to get out of bed, He looked up at me and nodded that he was okay. "No, no, get back into bed, you're in too much of a bad position to be moving around." He said between coughs. I still came down as best as I could, even though that meant down to the end of the bed then reaching down for his hand. He held my fingers gently; he was frozen like death, we sat there for a couple of minutes as he regained his ability to breath.

"He is against you, but his shift starts at sun-down watch for the nurses during the day, a few of them are with him on this, don't let them touch your I.V. I'll come and watch over you at night, but now I have to leave, the sun is nearly up and I am needed else where." I nodded, he had helped me back under the covers of the bed and was currently tucking me in. "Don't ask me any questions right now, they all will be answered in time, be careful and stay safe." He ran his hand over my forehead pressing down my hair; he then kissed my forehead, almost like a parent would give his child her goodnight kiss. "Now sleep, sleep so that you are ready to defend yourself later." I nodded a little surprised at he kissing my forehead. He took my hands in his, and then placed them on top of each other on the upper half of my stomach. "May you be blessed by paradise this morning." He whispered in my ear as he stood from the edge of the bed. I suddenly felt really tired; he stood there for a second as if to watch me fall asleep. I wish my dreams had been about him that early morning, but they weren't.