The Elementals #1 - Kiki XoXo (books for students to read .txt) 📗

to move away. I can’t stand, and I don’t even want to try.

 

“Even if you aren’t trying, you are still doing it. All he ever does is watch you, and dream about you!” She says, pulling another dagger out, okay yeah I’m dying. “Now, you must die.” She whispers in her voice. I lay my head back, and cry silent tears. Hoping she will do it fast.  “After I have some fun.” She laughs, and I shudder in fear. How much pain can one girl stand? She pushes pressure on to the dagger already has already impaled me, I grunt trying not to cry anymore.  I can feel the tip of the other dagger trailing lightly over my skin. Can’t I die of blood loss, or go into shock!  Where is Tatum? Is he watching? I hope so that way he lives with the guilt of not saving me!

 

 “Hey.” I whisper, and she stops moving. I focus on her, and make sure I’m looking her in the eyes.  “You’re. A. Bitch!” I say then with the last of my strength, pop her right in the jaw. Again she topples over. ripping out the dagger at the same time. I moan in pain, gripping the table beside me. I’m standing!  Swearing every word I know, I stand up ignoring the pain and the spinning of my head. I’m for sure bleeding, a lot. Grabbing the other dagger she dropped, I sit on her now, she looks lost and confused. I got her good!  Sitting on her now, I stab her , smiling as she screams out in pain now.  I scratch my forehead, and pull my hair out of my face. Oh this is exactly what I needed!  Looking around for my weapons, I see the book I through, I reach for and smack her in the face with it. She out like a light! I won! I actually one! Some one got to cocky.  Dropping my hands from the knife I slide off of her. I mean against the bed, pushing my hair out of my face again. I feel gooey stuff on my face and in my hair. Looking at my hands they’re covered in blood. Mine and hers.  This was a nice way to die. At least I knocked her out, before she could kill me. Now I’ll just bleed to death.

 

“What in the hell!” Sebastien,  speaks. My eyes focus on him, and I give him a brief smile gesturing to the knocked out girl next to me.  “Lyra!” He rushes to me. How on earth did her get here before guards or anybody!  “My parents didn’t believe anything was happening! There’s a meeting!”  He explains even though I didn’t even ask. Or did I? I don’t even remember.

 

“Da … doc…” I try and tell him to get Dr. Drake, but it’s not working out.  “

 

What?” He says, “ I need to go get, help!” He says, I nod. Then he leaves the room, and  close my eyes.  “She can’t speak.” I hear him coming. back. Good, he got some help. Maybe they can take the pain away so I die peacefully.  “Can you help her?” He begs who ever it is he got I still have my eyes closed. Not worth opening them and seeing Sebastien upset.

 

“It can’t be to ba- Shit.” It’s Dr. Drake! Open eyes! Open now! Slowly my eyelids lift, I see Sebastien and Elijah. I try to smile. I hope I did smile.  Then I realize. I’m bleeding. A lot. So is the other girl.  Sebastien, moves in closer.  Elijah stays where he is. Trying to lift my arm, to motion for Elijah to come closer. I want to kiss him one time before I die. Or at least have him hold my hand.  “Lyra, I . . . I don’t know if I can.” He stutters, his voice sounds pained as well,  and if I could smile I would. I might not be able to speak but I can think!  What do I want him to do?    Please, please. If you want my blood what ever. I’m dying!  “You don’t mean that.” He says stepping in closer.

 

“What? Who are you talking to?” Sebastien, ask turning.  “Dr. Drake?” He says standing up. Oh no! Is Sebastien gonna make him leave?

 

“No.” I speak, one word then I take a deep breath. I wont him to stay, don’t kick him out. I close my eyes, they were getting hard to hold open.

 

“No!” Elijah panics. I’ve only heard him panic a couple times. “Lyra, come on you can’t leave!” He says, and I feel his hands working there magic. God, I’m the worst person ever. He is trying to save me and not drink my blood, while I’m sitting here and dying and bleeding! I don’t want to leave either! If had a choice, I would talking and laughing and living!

 

“Oh my god! My daughter!  Molly shrieks, and now I can hear lots of people, and lots of feet. “All the blood. Great, I don’t want her to see. Please get her and Sebastien out of here. God, I don’t want to hear her cry, or hear him cry. A hand touches my cheek, and it heats my face and my head ache clears a little bit. It’s Elijah’s hand.  Please. I think, he should know what I’m talking about. I hear him whisper an okay to me, and he is crying. I feel a tear slip down my cheek.

 

“Mrs. Castir, I need you to leave. You to young one.” He says, and protests fly. Tell them I asked! I don’t want they to see! I don’t want you to see!  “Lyra, wants you to leave.” He sighs, and takes a couple deep breaths.

 

“How on earth do you know?” Garret’s voice speaks. I am dying, aren’t I? God, even Elijah is crying. Make sure everyone knows I love them, and that I tried, and I will miss them. I start mind babbling. To try and get my mind off of dying. Lifting my eyelids again, I see a blurry version of Dr. Drake. One hand, wrapping something around my stomach the other still holding my cheek. Grunting, I lift my hand. Slowly but I do. I grab his other hand, stopping him.  If I’m dying it isn’t worth it.

 

“I know a way to save her.”  Dr. Drake speaks, gripping my hand.  What’s he getting at?

 

“Do it! Please!” Molly cries. His grip on my hand tightens.

 

“If I do… there is  slight catch.” He replies, everyone in the room hushes. Catch? What could be worse then dying?  “I have to give her my blood.” He whispers.

 

“No!” Garret says right away. I’m confused what does his blood have to do with saving me. “I’m not going to allow that!” Garret speaks, when no one else does.  Elijah’s hand tightens, I assume it’s getting harder and harder or him to be in here!  What does your blood have to do with anything?

 

“Garret it might heal her.” Molly mentions. Now the room is dead silent. My head starts pounding again, almost like I can feel my pulse in my brain. Maybe I am?  When is the light just going to come already!

 

“I need an answer she does’t have much longer left.”  Elijah now yells, just a little quieter then normal yells.  “She will either heal up perfectly fine, or die with vampire blood in her system. Either way she will come back!” He adds.

 

“Do it!” Molly says, and the room goes quiet. What is he going to do?  I will heal perfectly fine? Or die with vampire blood in my system. What does that mean!? I see Dr. Drake bite into his wrist.  I close my eyes, because I almost see tears. Don’t cry, Elijah.

 

“Shut up Lyra. I need you to open your mouth for me.”  He says, I do. Clamping my mouth on his wrist,  a jolt runs through me. I supposed to suck his blood. Isn’t this supposed to be the other way around? “Lyra, come on you know what do to.”  He begs me, I still don’t. “Lyra, Now!” He demands. Opening my eyes, I meet his licking the blood off his wrist. I feel a weird charge go through me. My head clears right away I feel my arms getting strength. Both my arms shoot up grabbing his arm. I close my eyes, sucking on his wrist like I would a straw.  I almost moan, but I refrain holding it back. Dr. Drake takes in a sharp breath as well. My body, heating, and I can feel his blood spread through me. Getting more and more strength, I sit up, moving myself closer to  to him. Ecstasy flows through my body, and for some reason. I’m getting aroused, and it’s getting harder and harder not to moan. Using my own arms, I push his wrist away gulping in air, and licking his blood off my lips.

 

“Lyra! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Molly is in my face, whoa. I lean back, still feeling excited from the blood.  Closing my eyes, I take a some nice deep breaths.

 

“I’m fine.” I say, assuring her. “He saved me.” I say.  I look down at myself. No more huge rip ion my skin. There is a scar, but I can live with that. No more head ache. As my system starts settling down, I realize how tired I am.  “Can I get cleaned up now?” I ask, and Molly laughs!

 

“Yeah!” She says, and I watch as she and everyone else files out of the room.  I let out a deep breath, the excitement between my legs dying out.  What was that? Why did his blood taste so good?

 

“Comes with being partners.” He heaves sitting next to me. I can finally look at him! I turn my head, he is staring straight ahead. Tears gone,  and he seems breathless.  “I probably should have warned you. . . but you were able to control it.” He sighs, looking at his now healed wrist.

 

“So it’s normal for it to heal me and … well…” I don’t know for sure what to say. I’m mean, I’m a virgin, and I’ve only kissed like 4 guys and three of them were dares.

 

“Vampire blood normally heals, you only get strong sexual feelings when it’s with your partner.” He  says, turning and facing me. I’m blushing, really bad. “Who is the fourth guy?”  He asks, locking eyes. Oh shit! Thoughts. “Yeah, thoughts.” He says, running a bloody hand through his hair. Now his hair a streaked with blood.

 

 “Oh, ah.” I say, do I tell him. He can read my thoughts! He is probably doing it right now! “If I say you can’t be mad.” I say, and he sighs. “Sebastien.” He sighs again. “Just twice, and they weren’t like heavy make outs!” I defend myself, was it twice or three times?  He laughs. “Tell me how many people you have kissed!” I say smacking him in the shoulder.

 

“Oh, well . . .  didn’t you tell your mom that you were going to change out of the bloody clothes. Maybe wash your hair.” he says changing the subject.  Okay, so there has been lots of girls! It’s to early for the X’s talk though, are we even together? I don’t think it’s normal to have the X’s talk with your doctor.  “Oh just quiet thinking.” he whispers, and I start thinking about how unfair it is! I think about what we were talking about earlier.

 

“So … while I was sucking your blood. . . you felt … sexual tension to?” I say trying to sound sophisticated. He smiles a second, and looks at me. “What? I’m curious…” I blush.

 

“Yes.” He says standing up. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I would like it if you would shower. Clean up the blood on you.”  He holds out his hand. I take it and I’m standing. Wait! I look down where the girls body was. What? It’s gone! “She is in the