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Rated: 13+ · Book · Drama · #1360477
Second part of the saga of a Vampire ... and the human that controls her.
When I came to, I was lying on my back, staring up at the canopy of the forest trees.
         The sky was a darkening dusk, the sun bleeding red across the gray sky. Sunset. Good. The sun couldn’t hurt me now.
         “That’s right, vampire. Relax. It won’t hurt you.”
         I stiffened.
         No.
         Oh no.
         “And as long as you obey me… I won’t hurt you either. But if you disobey me…” he chuckled darkly. “That’s quite another story. Let’s not write it, shall we?”
         I flinched, fear rising within me as I pulled myself into a seated position, suddenly feeling horribly small.
         I was in a blood bond.
         “It’s a strange thing, power…” Walker murmured, smiling a bit as I turned to face him warily. He was sitting not far from me, leaning against a tree, whetting a knife slowly with a smooth white stone he held. “Power is like poison…” he mused softly, his gaze locked on me as he pocketed the stone, and sheathed his knife in his belt. His eyes were curious, speculative. “Administer it correctly, and you wield a great power. Use it incorrectly…” He shook his head. “And it will destroy the one who uses it. Think of me as your poison, Vampire. If you do, it will go well for you.”
         I flinched, giving up all pretenses of ferocity, and turned away from him, drawing my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I buried my face in my knees, body tense, feeling more vulnerable than I had ever remembered feeling.
         I was at the mercy of a human man. An unpredictable one at that.
         Suddenly Walker’s hands were on my shoulders. I started, my head jerking up, and then I froze as his grip tightened as if to restrain me. He had gotten up and kneeled behind me without my hearing him. How?
         “I must know your name. I can’t just call you ‘Vampire girl’.”
         I remained perfectly still, unresponsive.
         “Tell me your name.”
         “Taaja.” I blinked. The name had spilled from my lips without my bidding my voice to form the word.
         He raised his eyebrows. “Taaja? Just Taaja?”
         “Taaja Hart.”
         Dammit. So this was the power of a blood bond. The one unfortunate enough to be on the lower end of the ‘deal’ had to obey every command the Master made. Which was why blood bonds between vampires and humans were so rare. Which made blood bonds with vampires of the servant, the human the master, nearly non-existent.
         “Hmm. You may call me Walker. Just Walker for now, if you like.”
         I said nothing, hardly able to even breathe properly through the hard, painful lump in my throat. I glared down at my hands sullenly, clenching my fists. I hated this already. Hatred was such a strong thing- strong poison that could have the potential to kill, kill even me.
         But Walker was my poison now. Walker could kill me. Hell, he could tell me to drown myself and I would do it, whether I wanted to or not. Would he kill me if he wanted to?
         I wouldn’t care, I concluded. I would enjoy every second of my death if it meant the bond he’d created would be broken.
         “Taaja? Walker’s voice was hesitant. I sensed him rise to his feet behind me. “Come. I will speak with you as we walk.” He reached down to grab my wrist, and pulled me to my feet. I couldn’t protest.
         Suddenly a strange expression flickered over his face as I looked at him, his eyes flicking down to where his hand grasped mine.
         “Your… wrist…” he mumbled. “It… it’s not broken.”
         Aha. I suppressed a grin, a hint of a sly smile flitting across my face.
         “No,” I said. “No, it’s not.”
         He picked up my other hand, examining it closely. He looked up at me in confusion.
         “But I broke it,” he insisted. “I broke one of your wrists. I felt it snap.
         I nodded. “So did I.”
         Walker’s grip on my forearms tightened. “And now its healed.”
         I nodded again.
         “Tell me why.” His voice was curious, but demanding.
         Well. If I couldn’t control him, I might as well intimidate him with a taste of my own power.
         “We heal abnormally quick,” I said simply. “Human blood does wonders for us.”
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