Marcus paced around my room pausing
every so often to look at me. He started to speak but stopped several times.
“What does that mean? Half-state,
bonded, his? What the hell is going on with you?” He was getting pissed again I
could see it. This time he was at least trying to keep his anger in check.
Rolling the tension out of my neck
I took a deep breath as I tried to explain my situation. “The half state is
just that. When he attacked me he didn’t give me enough of his blood to
completely change me. I got some improvements such as I no longer need my
glasses, my hearing has improved, and I’ll live longer than the typical human
because I am aging slower.”
“Ok, and the downside is…”
“The downside is that until he sees
fit to finish the job we are bonded. He can hear my thoughts, I can hear his.
We have a strong mental connection that allows us to communicate that way no
matter the distance.”
Marcus gave me a bewildered look
when he heard that. “Hear your thoughts? Like in everything, always?” I knew
what he was asking without him having to actually say the words.
“Yes, but no he wasn’t around when
we…he um left, put up a block. I can tell when he’s there and when he’s not.
The moment I opened the door and saw you he was gone.”
He looked as if he was skeptical
but I guess he rather not think too hard on somebody else being sort of present
during a time like that.
“Why do you continue to live like
this? Why not just have someone else complete the change?”
“Do you think I want to be like
this? If I had a choice?” I asked sounding very exasperated. “He has to do it.
If someone else, another vamp tries I could die. Something about mixing of vamp
blood in my system.”
Marcus walked around more as he
processed everything. I walked over and took a seat. He was having a hard time
with this, hearing the rest was not going to be any easier.
“Have you tried? How do you know
he’s not lying to you?”
“I’m sorry but I’m not willing to
take that sort of risk with my life.” I snapped at him.
