Re: The lone hunter- (Colin's thread)
Breathing raggedly, she seems to sag with relief, you can hear her wild heartbeat drumming with residual panic. Her voice though, sounds steadier than you'd expect, but then she is clearly trying to regain her usual composure. You'd never seen her so afraid before all this, and there is a great deal of guilt at being the cause of such fear. Don't resist me. Hold still. You do and finally she's able to use her power to paralyze you. You can't move a single muscle and only then does her heart beat start to slow. It's a relief for you too, finally to be bound, to be in control and not a threat, though you know it's only a short reprieve. She wastes no time though, running to the still prostrate vampire and drawing his blood before mixing it in her jar. The final ingredient to this supposed cure. But surely that can't be real? You've never heard of someone coming back from this. Why doesn't she just kill you? But then she's back, the vile black liquid being pressed to your lips, to which you still can't shy away. She grabs the back of your neck and gently tilts your head, pouring the disgusting drink down your throat. You want to fling her away, to resist, to spew it out, but her spell still holds. The filth burns as it slides down your throat. It tastes disgusting. Dirt and blood and other, darker substances you don't understand. Witches tricks no doubt. She carries enough with her in that blasted wagon. You choke, splutter, gag, but she just keeps on pouring until the jar is empty, trying to soothe you as she does like you were some dumb beast. At last it's over and you fall to the ground, her spell wearing off. Every muscle aches, you feel cold, shaking and shivering in the grass as the sun slowly starts to rise. Then your body contracts and you find yourself on hands and knees, violently retching an alarming stream of red substance. Blood. Vampire blood. It's being purged from you, ripped out of you in pain and agony. You feel like you'll drown in it, you cannot stop. Amelia gasps, looking horrified and trying to help you but of course nothing can be done. Then, after what feels an eternity, you drop to the ground the rest of the way, breathing raggedly into the grass as the sun breaks through the clouds. Everything goes black.
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You wake in bed. Where are you? The inn. It's the same tiny little inn from before. You are covered in blankets and drenched in sweat, your pillow too, as though you are burning from within. You feel so weak, so utterly spent. You had been so sure she'd killed you, that you had died in that field but...no. You're alive. Barely. If you weren't so weak you'd laugh. It worked. It actually worked. Then you notice Amelia. She's in a chair beside the bed, her arms and head leaned on your mattress next to you and she seems to be asleep. No doubt she's been there for some time.