It was such a strange and satisfying feeling.
Blaize knew that he shouldn’t have felt lighter. He should have felt heavier, with the weight of this new responsibility. This stranger who was now his, in some way. It was his blood that ran through her veins, that had made her new again. Through the agony of the torn flesh of his neck and the strange sensation of having his own blood taken from him, he could feel the relief, profound and flooding like a deluge after a long, hot drought. The woman let go, having had her fill, and Blaize loosed a breath he’d not known he’d been holding.
It felt like he’d been holding that breath for months.
His head cleared. Darkness abated. ****, he felt normal again. Normal! He’d have to remember this elation, this freedom. Even as the woman writhed and cried with the pain of her rebirth, Blaize just stood there; every now and again he’d squeeze her shoulder reassuringly, or rub idle circles over her back. Soothing, calming. This would pass. He kept an eye on the street nearby, hoping that they would not be interrupted. But they were left well alone. Blaize should have been planning ahead, should have been anxious, but he just felt… dazed.
When eventually her cries abated and she turned her attention to Blaize, he smiled to see her smile. Even though his smile faltered as the question was asked. Why? Honesty.
”Because I needed to,” he said. As selfish as it sounded, he had no other excuses. He looked almost dumbstruck as he said it, too, as if he’d asked himself the same question and had only just realised the answer. Now, he understood the nature of his mood swings.
”You don’t seem concerned. How are you feeling?”
Blaize knew that he shouldn’t have felt lighter. He should have felt heavier, with the weight of this new responsibility. This stranger who was now his, in some way. It was his blood that ran through her veins, that had made her new again. Through the agony of the torn flesh of his neck and the strange sensation of having his own blood taken from him, he could feel the relief, profound and flooding like a deluge after a long, hot drought. The woman let go, having had her fill, and Blaize loosed a breath he’d not known he’d been holding.
It felt like he’d been holding that breath for months.
His head cleared. Darkness abated. ****, he felt normal again. Normal! He’d have to remember this elation, this freedom. Even as the woman writhed and cried with the pain of her rebirth, Blaize just stood there; every now and again he’d squeeze her shoulder reassuringly, or rub idle circles over her back. Soothing, calming. This would pass. He kept an eye on the street nearby, hoping that they would not be interrupted. But they were left well alone. Blaize should have been planning ahead, should have been anxious, but he just felt… dazed.
When eventually her cries abated and she turned her attention to Blaize, he smiled to see her smile. Even though his smile faltered as the question was asked. Why? Honesty.
”Because I needed to,” he said. As selfish as it sounded, he had no other excuses. He looked almost dumbstruck as he said it, too, as if he’d asked himself the same question and had only just realised the answer. Now, he understood the nature of his mood swings.
”You don’t seem concerned. How are you feeling?”
