Dreaming with you

Chapter 19

Amanda

I don't know how much time had passed from the moment I saw Sebastian lying on the ground, immobile, until I reached him. Seconds seemed like hours.

My heart was beating so fast, and in the empty lot, I could almost hear it. My legs were heavy, it took so much to just get them to move. I was afraid to get closer. This way there was still a chance he was alive. This was, I had hope.

But I had to reach him, I told my body. I need to help him.

I knelt beside his unmoving body. I didn't need anyone to tell me who did this. I knew. No human could sneak on Bastian. This was vampire's doing, and chances were it was the same vampire that killed those poor girls.

With shaking hand I felt his pulse. There wasn't one.

Before I started to panic I remembered Bastian's words. Vampires can be killed in three ways: burning them to the ashes, beheading them or staking them through the heart. But the catch was stake should stay in the body for a long time, for death to be permanent.

I needed to pull the knife out. Actually it was some kind of a dagger. But it was easily said than done. I was cursing myself for being so weak. When I made it, the blood started to come out, but for this kind of wound it was unnaturally small amount. Pressing both of my hands on it to stop the bleeding completely, I prayed. I prayed to all the Gods known to the men. Please, please, please, save him. I will never ask for anything. Just this once, oh God.

After a while bleeding stopped, and I managed to turn Bastian on his back. He was as pale as a ghost.

I know all the details of CPR, but I was not familiar with the vampire medicine. My brain was working fast, but I was left with just trying to reanimate him with massaging his hearth.

I tore his button down and started putting pressure on his chest. One, two, three, four, five, I pushed and then breathed in his mouth.

Nothing happened, so I did it again. And again.

I paused and listened to his chest. Nothing. He was still not breathing.

I was focused on trying to keep his lungs filled with oxygen, trying to make him take his own breaths. But it's not working. He's not breathing. I was frantic and on the verge of hysteria, when I gave him two last futile breaths.

I was one second of hitting his chest with my fist when his mouth opened a little. He was inhaling by himself. It was so shallow, but it was there. I was relieved but I knew it wasn't over. If he didn't heal soon he will stop breathing again.

The nearest blood bag was in his apartment, which was miles from there. That left me with just one option. The decision to give him my blood was one of the easiest I made in my whole life. I took the dagger from the floor and sliced my wrist, making sure I don't damage anything important.

For few seconds pain paralyzed me, but then I remembered why I was doing this. Putting his head in my lap I put my wrist to his mouth.

"Come on, drink", I told him, hoping he could hear me." Come on baby. I need you to do this." I massaged his throat with my other hand, to make him swallow it.

"You need to drink, you promised me life with you. I need you to keep that promise. I will be so mad if you don't. Please..."

And then I felt it. He started to suck on my wrist. Taking and taking and taking. When he realized what he was doing he tried to push me away, the terror in his eyes. But in that moment I was stronger than him. I grabbed his hand and held it, telling him that it is ok, that everything is going to be fine.

He watched me with that electric blue eyes like he did that morning and I couldn't believe it was just twelve hours ago.

I started to feel dizziness and he must have noticed it too, because now, he easily pried my wrist off his mouth, but not before he traced it with his tongue.

I wanted to ask him why he did hat but my mouth wasn't working. My whole body shut down and blackness washed over me.

Bastian

I barely had time to catch Amanda from hitting her head on the hard asphalt. I was still weak; her blood gave me just the energy to make my body move.

She collapsed from the blood loss, but I knew I didn't take too much, she was going be fine. But that didn't stopped me from panicking. What led us to this moment was scaring the shit out of me.

Somebody attacked me. And the irony of the situation was that it wasn't some human, like I was expecting this whole time. It was a vampire.

My attacker was one of my kind, but obviously gone crazy. Before I lost conscience, I recall I heard him saying something about how this was his territory. We weren't shifters, we didn't claim parts of land as ours.

As I lifted Amanda to lay her on the back seat of the car, I wondered if he meant his territory for killing. He was probably the man that killed those two girls.

As much as I want to deny it I knew this would happen. I dreamt it. We needed a miracle to happen to avoid this. What I didn't know is it would be so soon. Thank god it was me, and not Amanda. But this was just a beginning, my mind was telling me while I drived towards apartment I had there. He would find out that I was alive, and most importantly he will found my weakness, the woman on the back seat.

After I put her to the bed, I  drained four bags of blood. I felt the wound on my back close, leaving angry red scar, which would look old by the morning. I needed to sate my hunger first, before tending her wrist. The tempting was too strong, urge to taste her again, insufferable.

My saliva already started the healing process, and I just bandaged it. I noticed her clothes were ruined, mostly covered in my blood. I stripped her pants and sweater, throwing it on the floor. My trousers and shirt followed. I put her under the covers and lied behind her, folding her much smaller frame to me. Tonight, our body needed to heal.

Tomorrow, well, my mind was already too far gone into the world of dreams to think about tomorrow.