Free I Sacrifice Myself by Christina Worrell Page A

really dead? We’d always thought of
vamps as bloodthirsty, deceased, and diseased creatures of the
night. Could they be, well tamed? Could I bring him back enough so
he could still be our hunter, just a bit more feral. Solo missions
possibly? Could a vampire possibly switch sides and fight for good?
So many questions and not enough answers.
I felt a strange haze settle over my mind.
My blood was not toxic to him apparently. My heart beat in frenzy
now, with hope, with yearning, and disturbingly enough with
desire.
He let go and pulled back, only enough to
turn his head towards my ear, his breath still excited me.
    “ You cannot change me, but
you can join me…” his whispered offer tickled more than my ear, it
tickled my heart and soul.
It was clear. He didn’t want to go back. He
didn’t have a choice though, if this didn’t work, he’d die.
He released me and backed away. Apparently
he wouldn’t kill me. I was a humble meal ticket, that all but threw
myself down at his feet. I was also the only reason he was still in
existence.
Dimitri still smelled like my Dimi, he was
not covered in flesh and blood. He was still human to me, too much
so. My arms ached to hold him.
When he reached the far side of the small
cell, I backed away as well, keeping my eyes on him.
I heard the door unlock and open as I
reached it.
Ian posted three guards on Dimitri and
ordered me to eat and sleep. I followed those directions. Even with
a heavy heart I managed to eat a banana and take a three hour
nap.
When I woke, in Dimitri’s bed, I was
confused. It didn’t take long for the recent events to hit me.
Reality hit me, sharp and clear. My chest felt like something was
dying inside of it and it would burst open at any moment.
Dimitri was a vampire. I had a choice, a
difficult one, before me. Turn him back, let him die, or let him
change me and we escape this place. I knew we could. All I had to
do was convince Ian to allow me to be alone with Dimitri, again.
I’d unlock the gate and we’d flee. He’d change me and we’d
run.
My choices were clear, my mind and heart not
so much.
With a deep sigh, I tugged my pants on, and
pulled a brush through my hair. I struggled to comprehend both
sides of this.
Emotionally I was drained, mentally I was
lost, and momentarily I was virtually fucked. I stood between a
rock and a hard place, or rather death and losing someone to the
ultimate and eternal sleep.
The wound he had inflicted on my neck
earlier, was nearly healed, and would not scar. I ran my fingers
lightly over the spot, right under my ear lobe. I could still feel
his mouth there. He kissed the same, if you could call that a kiss,
a kiss of death or ‘baiser la mort’.
Later that afternoon, I was temporarily
allowed back in to see Dimitri. Ian had barely been given the go
ahead to keep my lover alive. I knew I didn’t have long before they
staked Dimi. I had to make my decision quickly.
When I reached his cell my heart hammered,
my pulse jumped, and I nearly went to my knees. My hand reached for
the bars as the heavy door behind me slammed shut. I was alone with
him. What would I choose? Was love more important?
Would he leave here with me and not attack
or hurt anyone on the base? Even if he swore, I couldn’t be sure.
Their lives were precious.
Slowly and carefully, I unlocked his cage.
My strong and deadly man, eyed me wearily, and the door to the
room. He knew I was alone with him, and he could easily be on me
before I closed his cell door, and he could escape with or without
me. That is, if he got passed the main door.
Dimitri didn’t move a hair. He simply
watched me come to him as I closed the cell door firmly behind
me.
I had the key of course, which was crazy. He
could kill me and open the cell without any effort. It was unlikely
he’d get out the main door. They wouldn’t open it even if he held
me hostage, or so I thought. I’d taken my life into my own hands
and they could not spare me for the rest in the base.
Dimitri