Zahara: I nodded. Saige blamed herself for not being able to make a vampire. I don’t want to blame her - it must be me and my sickness, that’s the only way I can describe it myself. I must be too sick to save. I wanted to see life at it’s fullest, I guess I’d never be able to see any of that stuff. She finishes drinking some of my blood and wipes at my wrist, then at my mouth with a cloth - she’s like a mum, she looks after me. Odd.
”Maybe I’m too sick to be saved. Fate wants me to stay dead.”
There it is. The words leave my lips and it’s sad, my voice cracking - tears wanting to escape my lips. I don’t let them. I’m a brave girl, even on my death bed. I will not cry. Saige gets up then and I smile at her. She promises to come back the next night. I nod my head. Waving at her as she seems to vanish again, leaving me lonely once more with the thoughts in my head.
NIGHT #7 - THE FINAL NIGHT
Zahara: I could barely open my eyes. The nurses had tried to rouse me. I had shaken my hand at them and they left me be, they didn’t even try to force feed me like they had yesterday. My skin had become so pale the nurses had whispered words like death around me - I looked like death, I felt like it. I had accepted my fate, I knew I was going to die even when Saige had come to me for the past six days in a row, trying to turn me but each night failed. It seemed the more and more of her blood that entered my system the sicker I became.
Sometimes I woke up to puke in my hair, not that I minded I could barely move. The nurses would sponge bathe me. I heard a noise then, my head slowly moved to the right to look at the time. It was about the time Saige would come. She’d always put a hand to my clammy forehead. I sigh she wasn’t here yet. Maybe I should ask her to kill me. It would be a mercy really.
Saige: She was running late. Her hopes had slowly dwindles as the nights had gone by, her visits to Zahara like clockwork though, still. She had slowly watched the woman deteriorate, and start to simply just die right before her eyes. She was pained to see the way the woman was dying, he way it was painful for her - for Zahara - the way the woman was losing her grip on reality and the sanity that was around her. Here and there saige would have to remind Zahara who she was, but the woman always remembered after drinking her blood. It was like there was a bit of resolution there, and Saige decided that no matter what she would be there for the woman she was trying to turn.
She muttered to herself as she slung her bag over her shoulder, and simply teleported into Zahara’s hospital room bathroom. She could only hope that Zahara wasn’t in it - though it was rare the woman left her bed so the chances were low and Saige was indeed in luck there a the small room was empty. She slipped out of the bathroom once peeking out to find the room empty sans Zahara in her bed as usual. She immediately dropped her bag to the chair in the corner and moved to sit on the bed beside the woman. “Hello lovely..” And she reached to put the cool palm of her hand against the woman’s forehead, soothing the heat there as best as she could.
Zahara: Saige’s palm was cold against my super-nova like skin. I look at her curiously. I smile at her, she was a friend even through all her attempts I appreciated her company. Though at times I did forget my own name. Tonight was different I remembered it all but I craved Saige’s blood. It calmed me, sometimes numbed my pain and paranoia. I looked at her with my golden hues.
“Hi, squishy.”
I say with a smile as I push my head into the palm of her hand enjoying the cold touch for the brief moment before turning my hues back to her knuckles. I should ask her to kill me, tell her it’s a mercy - if she was truly a friend this form of euthanasia would be alright she would understand. I hoped.
”Saige.” I croak as I reach for her. ”Maybe you should…” I stop. I don’t know how to say it without sounding weird. ”Kill me.” I finish with tears glazing my orbs. I was afraid. I was afraid of this pain, my head hurt so much. I wanted the pain to end.
Saige: Saige smiled back, gently, smoothing her hand across her forehead as it absorbed the heat into it and forced it to dissipate into nothing. She slowly felt her smile dissipate just the same as the heat, the woman she had slowly grown to care for asking her to kill her. How could she say such things? Saige felt tears well up in her eyes as they sparkled the same as Zahara’s. She shook her head, swallowing thickly before blinking to relive her eyes of the tears that streaked down her cheeks and fell like diamonds to the bed.
“Shhhh.” She shushed the woman, trying to reassure her, but she could see the pain in the womans eyes. She frowned. She couldnt. She couldnt do it, couldnt find it in her to kill the woman. She would keep trying. She had to. Sinking her fangs into her wrist she tore it and offered it to Zahara. She took the womans hand then in her own two, and pulled it to her lips, kissing the palm of it before sinking her fangs into her wrist again and drinking. Watching as she drank and drank, praying silently that this time it would work. She couldnt bear it if Zahara died. She needed this woman to live, after everything she had poured into her, she just did.
