I'm Not A Savior

Day after day it was the same thing. I was bled, burned with vervain, and staked in my limbs. Then I was given just enough blood to keep me from desiccating. I was used to the pain they were putting me through, but never at the degree they were going about it.

“Come on Alex,” Tessa urged me on, “Feel something. Turn it on. She can’t wait forever.”

“She won’t last that long either,” Matt added.

Then I heard the screams and cries for me. They had her in the next room. They were hurting her. I didn’t care enough to do anything.

“I don’t feel anything for her,” I told them.

“You need to turn it on,” Tessa snapped at me.

“I’m the one that sired you,” I growled at her.

“And here I am torturing you,” she smirked, “Get used to it.”

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Every second of the day was spent in agony. They never stopped. I could feel the want to turn it on. But it wasn’t enough.

I didn’t care enough. At least not yet.

Notes

And that's the end. Thanks so much for reading. The sequel can be found here. The first chapter will be up very soon. :)