15. Chapter 13: Weakness
Vervain was the only think I could smell or feel in my body. I felt weak too much. The anger couldn't help me I was in too much vervain. I wanted to rip his head off but I couldn't. "What did you do?" I coughed as Harry walked towards me with a cup of 6 drops of blood. "If I had let you go. I know you will be regreting all you vould have done." He offered the cup but I hit it woth my head and it broke. "If you don't eat a bit you will die and you know it." He spat. "You really think putting me on vervain and prisoning me will bring my humanity back. I don't feel anything. Not even hurt. Don't try." I laughed. "Deeo inside you feel something you just don't want to face it." He stroke my cheek as I closed my eyes with a frown. "Stop."" "See if you were not feeling you will not say stop." "I hate you. My first time was never with you. You make me sick. You were a toy to me." I laughed again. "You don't mean any of that. You don't!" He screamed at me. "I do!" I screamed this time. "Do not listen to her she is going to make you feel angry to kill her." I heard Nikolav voice. "We can make her feel the need of blood." "Don''t Nikolav I'll lose it." I spat. "It will help us to get you back." He look into my eyes. "1 year without blood." I could feel my throat burning and the begging for i growing. "You never mean a thing to me." I said in anger. "4 years...." I began like drooling and I felt like I was been stake in my stomach as growled left my mouth. "6 years only turning into werewolve and without blood." I felt like dying all over again. "20 years with both." "You were only a bloodbag to me." "I think we are getting closer." Nikolav said as I laughed. "I will never-" "There it is." I could feel a bit of pain as I shook my head. "200 years..." A screamed left my mouth. "STOP IT!" I cried. "Feel it!" Nikolav screamed at me. "NO!" I growled. "Ok I know what will make you feel, Harry." I opened my eyes. " You won't do it." I spat. "Here." He walked fast behind his back and snapped his neck as he fell on the floor lifeless I screamed. "No! he is-he is dead. You killed him." I cried as I ran to him stroking his hair and sobbing. "There you are..." The pain was too much too take but then I felt peace a lot of it as he moved in my arms. "Baby?" I asked. "Per, you are back." He smiled as he touched my cheek and I put my hand on his. "I am here. I thought I lost you." I kissed him with need as tears left my eyes. " Me too." He wiped the tears away. "I love you, you know that?" "Of course I do." He got up and in a try to get up I fell and my eyes were closing. "She is dying." Nikolav whispered. "How can I?" "We can't I put her in too much pain and now she is paying the consecuences." I began coughing as Harry grabbed my hands and everything went black once again. Pain was my friend. Love was my hope. And blood was my curse.