My Protector, Mallory Davis [freenovel24 .txt] 📗

almost gag again, he though changing into Dakota would justify…rapping me. I look up at my drip bag. It was demon blood. He was pumping it into me to turn me. I would be half angel half demon. I cry, and I cry. I cried because I missed Dakota. My uncle wipes the tear away and I bite his finger. I doesn’t even draw blood. He smiles again. That’s the last thing I see because the pain comes. I close my eyes and arch my back. I scream. Fire consumes my veins, eating them, burning them alive. My body was on fire. I fight the restrains, I fight them wildly. The angel in me burns away. I scream in agony, I can’t even see for the red that blurs my vision. Pain erupts my organs and I know I’m going to die in a matter of seconds. The drip bag keeps pumping it inside. I hear the door burst open. I squint, trying to see through the pain. Another pump of blood fills me and I scream again. It was wild and furious. Then another person in the room cries out.  It was of mental pain, agony. It was a battle cry. I fight through the darkness of my mind and open my eyes. Wide, and look around the room. Dakota was here. My Dakota! I smile. He looked…deadly. Evil, murderous. I’ve never seen him like this. He looked at me wild eyed. Pain was what consumed his eyes as he stared at me. His gaze locked onto my uncles. His stare was…haunting. Dakotas clothes were shredded and covered in blood. He clutched a knife with white knuckles. Then he lunged at my uncle.  

                                         

 

Chapter 29: We fight for our lives….

 

He came for me! He’s here, I’m safe. Then, another pint of demon blood enters me. I pull with all my might at the restrains. Think, Riley, think! I smile. “Michael” I whisper. My dagger appears in my hand. Dakota and Caine, my uncle, are locked in combat. I cut my restrains, free. Then, I rip the IV forcibly out. I wince, I didn’t realize how deep the needle was lodged. Blood splatters across the white bed sheets. I stand up quickly and look over at Dakota. He was stabbing my uncle, over and over. I stare, in a trance. This is why Dakota thought he was a monster. He looked…lethal, deadly. He heard me get up. His eyes snap up. They were wild. Before there were a calm, calculating green. Now they were filled with agony, loss. His breathing was ragged. His body was ridged, but he was here and he was mine. He looked at me confused. I looked down at myself. I was still in the golden dress. My arm was soaked with blood. He stands up, still looking confused. He was soaked in blood. I run to him and crash myself against him. His body was tensed, stiff. He didn’t know who I was. “It’s me, Dakota” I whisper against his chest. He freezes, then buries his face into my hair. He goes limp and we stumble to the ground. “Riley” he whispers over and over into my hair. He takes deep breaths, like he’s in heaven. I realize he’s crying, and that I am too. “Shh” I whisper and pull him back so that he’s looking at me. He’s eyes were calm again, but I still say the storm that loomed behind them. “I thought I lost you” he whispers again. He holds me again. We rock back and forth. We hear people yelling and screaming around us. I keep expecting someone to bust through the door and kill us. They don’t.  

 

Chapter 30: Rapture? Maybe.

As he held me we became one. Not physically,but  emotionally, spiritually. There wasonly the hunger, the need, to be together. I knew his thoughts, as he knewmine. Are souls intertwine his green, to my blue, burning wildly as one. Hebecame mine, as I became his. Then, I knew we were soul mates. I felt everysensation he felt. If he hurt, so did I. Then we were falling. There was nosince of up or down. There was no air to breathe, but together we were linkedhand in hand. We just fell. There was no thought or feeling as we fell into ablack oblivion. Eventually we hit ground. I felt nothing, but heard the deafeningcrack as I land face first. I felt his agony, his pain. Maybe it was betterthis way. No grief of the others death, instead we die together, as one. Whenhe promised me forever, this wasn’t what I had in mind and yet even if itwasn’t what I expected he still kept his promise. He didn’t leave me. It Icould talk I would tell him that I love him, that I’m sorry, but it’s too late.It was always too late.

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Publication Date: 11-09-2013

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Dedication:
I am thirteen years old, this is my first attempt of a book. Please don't judge to harshly, for this is only the beginning.