A Bastard's Allure-Chapter 39: Until I Return

Heaven! Did it even exist? If it did, Gabriel would describe the feeling of Elena’s blood running down his throat like it. It was as if the blood he’d been craving for these last few days was located in her veins, an eternal spring!

With each passing second, he felt refreshed, a feeling he’d kill to enjoy forever. For a moment, he closed his eyes to savor this heavenly taste, only comparable to ambrose. The world seemed to have disappeared beneath him, now replaced by the feeling of paradise. The vampire tales about the gods seemed to have come true in this state.

Elena on the other hand had felt a sharp pain course through her arm the moment Gabriel sunk his fangs on her. It travelled through every nerve in her body jolting her senses back to live, senses that turned numb when Gabriel took too long to stop.

She wanted to grab his hair, which was at arms reach, but her whole body suddenly felt heavy. He appeared blurry in her eyes, and the only thing she could figure out was his fangs buried in her arm, sucking the life out of her.

Her lips exaggeratingly turned dry, cracks already building on them. Her neck, she realized, could no longer support her head. She let the weight rest on her shoulders.

Gabriel had to stop, but she didn’t know what to do. If she had the strength, she’d have pushed him away by now. But now, he was attached to her, like a tick that won’t stop sucking until the cow was dead.

Her lips parted, and in her frail state, she called out his name, "Gab... Gabriel." It was barely an audible whisper that did little to weaken Gabriel’s resolve.

She lifted her head with whatever strength was left in her, Gabriel’s sprawled hair coming into view. If she felt pain or his fangs on her, that she couldn’t tell.

"G-Gab-Gabriel!" she called again, a little louder this time. But the action took whatever strength remained in her before she went limp.

If he was holding a human or a glass of blood, Gabriel had no idea of the latter. But this feeling... It was too good to be true. Not even the most fresh glass could be compared to this. He’d only experienced a feeling close to this when...

The scenario crossed his mind in a flash. Blood! His heart skipped a beat. It was blood from a human that made him feel this way. And....

’Gabriel,’ he heard a distant call, one so frail he mistook it for a hallucination. But then it came again, louder this time. And that voice! He shot his eyes open to feel her limp in his hands.

Gabriel’s eyes turned wide, his heart now racing in fear. He drew, the mark of his fangs on her hand solidifying his thoughts. The thought of her lying on the bed, skin sagged crossed his mind, the fear of losing her escalating to unseen heights.

"El?" He held her face but her eyes were closed now, her lips cracked like one to whom water was just but a rumor. He shook his head in denial, tears already welling up in his eyes.

"Elena? Please wake up." His eyes searched hers, hoping to see them open and the blue spark in them. But nothing came, just silence! And in that silence, he caught a beat. It was not loud at first, like a drum beat from a distant. And then it came again, louder this time.

Gabriel acted on impulse and held her right in his arms. He looked around confused a little by his surroundings, and when clarity reigned on him, he took the hallway path leading to his chambers. She felt so light in his arms, probably due to blood loss.

Jophiel was changing the sheets when the door burst open. Her heart momentarily stopped beating, and when she turned to look at the other direction, she saw Gabriel rush in, Elena cradled in his arms. He placed her on the bed without saying a word. Gods! She was pale, a big contrast to her radiant self earlier that morning.

"Fetch the physician!" Gabriel backed the order. Jophiel acted fast when she noticed the bite and cut on Elena’s hand. She fled the room running towards the royal apothecary.

Gabriel walked to the pitcher placed on the nightstand and poured a glass of water before he returned to sit beside Elena. He held her into a sitting position and helped her drink a sip at least.

Placing the glass on the table behind, he run his fingers through her sprawled hair. He was somehow relieved when her heartbeat returned to normal. Never again was he going to do such an insane thing!

"You’re going to be alright," he whispered, more to himself than to her. And he was going to see to it. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

For a moment, he thought she was safe. But the scent of her blood was still fresh in the air. Maybe it was because he was afraid to lose her before that he didn’t get wind of it. And now that he was relaxed a bit, the scent came again, stronger this time. It had something to it that Gabriel didn’t catch before: a trigger that seemed to turn on the beast residing in him.

He stood up instinctively, supporting himself on the wall. He was trying to fight it! Fortunately, the physician walked in just in time followed by a worried Jophiel. Gabriel moved in what could be termed as a blur and held the physician by the collar. His eyes were already red again!

"I want her to stay alive!" He said, his grip firm on the physician’s attire. The physician swallowed a lump in his throat before nodding. Only then did Gabriel release him before he walked out, his fangs itching afresh.

Right now, staying far away from Elena would be the wisest of options. He walked across the hallways battling with his cravings when he spotted Darion in one of the hallways.

The knight was leaning on the ram watching the knights sparring below the ground when Gabriel walked close, as silent as the wind. Even Darion’s vampire instincts couldn’t detect his movements.

"Darion?" Only when he called did he notice his presence. Acting startled, he turned to face the bastard.

"Your Lowness. What brings you here?"

Gabriel’s eyes settled on Darion’s, and he noticed the smirk disappear from Darion’s face when their gazes met. He placed his hand heavily on his shoulder, a beat skipping in Darion’s heart. He’d never seen the halfbreed so scared.

"I’m leaving for the werewoods. Take care of her until I return." He walked past Darion and disappeared into the end of the hallway.