My body started shaking as well, but not the way that Rycan's body was shaking. I was shaking out of pure and total fear.
Because Rycan was going to kill me.
His eyes were wide and crazy, his mouth cracked open as he continued to inhale. Inhale the sweet scent of my blood.
"Very rarely have I smelt this scent before . . ." He murmured, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath in. His arms still had me completely pinned. My mind was racing, I knew that while I had the chance I should try my best to squirm out of his pin, but I couldn't, I was frozen with fear. A frozen, shaking statue.
"It's a treat, I must say . . ." He went on, his voice filled with such satisfaction and that same dark tone that was always present in his tone.
My shaking increased when he reached one of his arms up to grab a strand of my hair, cupping it in his hand while bringing my hair to his nose to once more take a deep breath in, the scent of my hair running up his nostrils.
His eyes popped open and suddenly his head whipped toward my throat and I yelped.
I could feel his hot breath on my throat for only a minute before it was gone, soon following a loud crash.
I jumped and followed the commotion with my eyes to see Leon wrestling with Rycan on the ground. The table was knocked down, the chairs scattered. Maiyla was backed against the wall, her fingers driving holes into it as she stood frozen, her wide eyes flashing in between me and the fight scene. The usually movement of her chest was gone, as if she was holding her breath.
Hope was shaking violently, her eyes squinted, fighting back tears. Suddenly she ran out of the room.
I inched toward the exit as well, my wide eyes only on Leon and Rycan fighting. I couldn't tell which one was winning . . . Leon was on top of Rycan, but Rycan was giving him a fight.
Rycan pushed Leon off of him and sprinted toward me, his eyes still filled with a craving, a craving that was me. I staggered backwards, stumbling on my own two feet.
I probably would have ended up falling by myself, but before I could get to that Rycan jumped on top of me, sending me to the tile flooring painfully.
His bared teeth and flaring nostrils was inches away from my face. From the corner of my eyes I could see Leon get up, he too wasn't breathing and he was struggling.
Not struggling with Rycan . . .
But with me.
Fighting a very important fight. And I hope he was winning, winning the craving over me. Which Rycan was definitely losing.
"Now keep still!" Rycan told me, lowering his head once more. Before he could get to that he was rammed off me. I looked up to see Leon hovering over me, scowling and shaking. "Get ahold of yourself!"
A low rumble emerged from the crazed vampire's throat as he shook his head, scrambled up, and lunged once more at me. Leon met him before he could get too far, the vampire's head bashing straight into Leon's strong legs.
Leon blocking the way didn't stop him at all though and he made a detour, quickly maneuvering his way around Leon to get to me. Leon was too quick though and blocked his path once more.
"R-r-rycan. P-please . . . Calm. Down." Maiyla told him, still frozen.
Rycan paid no heed to her though as he backed up and stood, crossing his arms, his wild eyes narrowed. A sly smile crossed his face, "What are you doing Leon?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I mean really, what purpose does this girl have for you?" He asked.
He didn't wait for Leon to answer. "You're keeping her here? Why? You've never had an easier prey then right here, right now. Don't you smell that blood? A fine treat indeed. A rare delicacy. And you're just going to give it up? To save her life? A measly human's life?"
My eyes rose to look at Leon, I couldn't see his eyes, the shadows of his bangs were covering his expression. His shaking didn't cease, but he inhaled deeply.
"You shouldn't be hungry right now." Leon answered him, his tone dry and with no emotion, trying to gain control. Though I couldn't figure out it if was control over Rycan, or over himself.
Rycan laughed coldly, taking a glance at me before looking back at Leon, "That wasn't an answer."
"I don't have to answer to you." Leon replied curtly.
The crooked grin didn't leave Rycan as he pried in deeper, "Just curious. I'm sure everybody is, including the one that you are protecting. Why go through all this trouble to save her from me?"
Leon growled and clenched his fists, holding his breath once more. It occurred to me that I wasn't at all comfortable. Laying on the ground, Leon slightly in front of me, Rycan a few feet away from him. Maiyla behind me.
All of them vampires who were having a struggle keeping their insanity with my bleeding finger. And I'm pretty sure that one of them has already lost his . . .
"No reasons at all Rycan. But I'm not letting you hurt her." Leon finally answered through clenched teeth.
Another laughed escaped Rycan's lips, "What? So you can have her for yourself?"
"No." Leon answered, his voice even, though slightly stressed.
Rycan rolled his eyes, "Now you're just stalling me, out of the way." He told him, taking a step forward. Leon braced himself once more.
Rycan lunged, ramming into Leon with much force. Leon staggered back; Rycan kept going, clawing at Leon's arms, trying to get out of his grasp. Those wild eyes set on me. I crawled backwards, just in time, for Leon crashed to the ground along with Rycan.
They started wrestling again, Rycan now on top of Leon, though Leon's strong hands had a firm grasp on Rycan's arms. I backed into the wall, my eyes flashing to Maiyla whose fingernails were still drilled into the wall, her eyes, as always wide and flashing between the three of us.
They struggled, neither one of them seemed to be holding back.
I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down. I was afraid that if I tried to steal out of the kitchen, Rycan could grab me. My eyes landed on the faucet and an idea popped into my head.
I kept my back to the wall, but eased to the left, toward Maiyla. Once I reached her, I cast her a worried glance before darting to the sink. The brawl a couple of feet to my right side.
Quickly I reached my arm forward, wrapping my arms around one of the handles, the one for hot water, and turned it on. Warm water started to fall from its mouth, slowly turning into hot. I then turned the other handle on to even them out before grabbing a dish rag beside me and soaking it.
Once it could carry all the water that I'm pretty sure that it could handle, I wrung it so it was damp then pressed the wet cloth against my cut. I did this as fast as I can, my heart racing as the sounds of their fight reached me.
I cleaned it as well as I could, trying to get all traces of blood from the cut. Too bad I didn't know where Leon kept the darn band-aids . . . If he had some . . .
I threw the rag in the sink and started to turn the water on when my feet were kicked from under me. I fell to the floor harshly, to look in the face of Rycan. His hands reached out to grab my shoulders as Leon was trying to get control of him once more.
"Come on!" Rycan yelled as Leon wrapped his cold fingers around Rycan's legs, pulling him backwards. Rycan's dug his fingernails into the floor, a loud scratching sound coming from them as the skidded across the tile, leaving a trail before he finally let go.
"Rycan! Stop!" Maiyla called out, running toward Rycan and helping Leon.
About time . . .
I wearily made my way to my feet and turned back to the rag, making sure that all of my blood was off of it.
When I turned back, Maiyla's arms were wrapped around Rycan's shoulders, leading him out of the kitchen. His shoulders were heaving heavily, as well as Leon's.
Leon's back was toward me, he was shaking slightly, but not as bad as before.
I bowed my head and fiddled with my hair. My eyes made their way to where Maiyla had been uselessly standing, (really, why hadn't she moved before?) ten tiny holes where her fingers had dug into were in the wall. The table was thrown on the floor; one of the chairs seemed to be broken. The recipe book that Hope had been holding was now ruined; I suppose that she had been squeezing it too hard. The counter where Rycan had first pinned me was splintered, dints in it where he had grabbed the edge. I lowered my eyes to see the ten lines that Rycan's fingernails had left.
I gritted my teeth and looked up through my curtain of bangs. "I'm sorry . . ." I whispered.
Leon turned his head in my direction and scowled, "What are you talking about, this isn't your fault."
I frowned, "Yes, it is. If I hadn't been so clumsy, if I had been paying attention, I wouldn't have cut myself."
Now Leon turned fully to me, a frown now on his face. "It was an accident. Accidents happen."
"Still . . ." I mumbled.
"Still nothing, there is nothing to be sorry about."
"But your kitchen is practically ruined!" I retorted.
Leon laughed, "Just scratches, besides, when do I ever use it?" he asked, rolling his eyes, "But really, don't worry about it. If it helps ease your mind then you are forgiven, but you should be sorry." He assured me. His eyes flashed to the chicken and my gaze followed his. I grimaced.
"I suppose you aren't going to finish that . . ." He said, almost to himself.
I nodded my head, "Yeah, I don't think so . . ." I told him, shaking my head.
Leon walked toward the chicken, grabbed it, then dumped it into the trashcan. He clapped his hands together before turning toward me. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and slightly lowering his head, his eyes watching me through his black bangs.
I glanced at him nervously before turning toward the pantry, deciding to make me a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Easy, traditional, and yummy. Plus, I don't see how it could remind me of Triston and what he did.
As I started preparing the sandwich I paused and looked at Leon over my shoulder. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Sure." Leon answered.
"Why did you protect me from Rycan? I mean . . . I could tell that you were struggling with your own thrist . . ."
Leon took a while to answer my question; he rolled his head and shook his hair, moving his bangs out of his eyes so he could look at me. "I was struggling with my thirst . . . But I try to refrain from killing people that I actually know. And I also try to stop whoever is killing that person as well."
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I frowned, not exactly the answer that I was searching for. "Ehhhh . . ."
Leon laughed and pushed himself off the wall, walking toward me and looking over my shoulder as I finished my sandwich off. "As of right now, I consider you at least friend in some ways. If you weren't I would have killed you already." He chuckled once more as he whispered into my ear.
I turned to look at him; all I got was seeing him walk off, into the living room. I scowled and grabbed my PP&J with one hand, scratching my head with the other. I took a big bite out of the sandwich, enjoying the sweet combination of peanut butter and jelly before shaking my head. Deciding not to stress over why he had protected me. Since he didn't really give me a direct answer . . . Ugh . . .
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Well, there you go! Hah, no cliffhanger. Though that's a shame... I love cliffies. xDD Either way... I'm out of things to say. Have a good day. Haha. Rhyme-ish! *cough* Erm.. Yes...
I'M SERIOUS PEOPLE! GO READ In The Presence of Enemies. A Vampire. A Human. A Demon. It's crazy good!! xDD
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