NEVER ENDING STORY by Tifanny (bill gates books recommendations .TXT) 📕

liquid to me.
“Yea, um…can’t move.” I bit my lower lip. Just how pathetic is that?
He leaned closer and held the glass to my lip. I drank the whole thing. It was sweet and rich. I wanted more but I kept my mouth shut.

“Feeling better?” I gave him a quick nod and he smiled.
“Mistress! Oh, thank god you’re okay!” Fred came rushing in kneeling beside the bed.
“Fred, stop being such a drama queen. I just died, no biggie.” His face turned gloom.
“I shouldn’t have gone away. Please forgive me, Mistress.”
“Stand up, Fred. I never blamed you. Your daughter needed me you more then me. Now run along, don’t you have rooms to buttle?” I gave him an assuring smile as he walked away. I let out a long sigh.

He tried to hide his laughter. I gave him a glare.

“A feisty one, aren’t we?” he had a smug on his face.
“What’s your name? Did you save me?” he simply smiled and walks towards the door.

“I’m Max.”

Chapter seven

That night I writhe in pain. My whole body was set on fire. I’m panting, running away. From whom? I can’t stop. I need to get free from this hell. He’s coming! He’s coming! I can’t breathe, hands reaching out behind from the shadows. I need to run faster! My lungs won’t work. My heart froze, icy cold.

I can’t run anymore, please stop. I’m screaming, begging for help…no one but me surrounded by darkness.

Those hands grabbed me from behind, sinking their fingers into my flesh. Gritting my teeth I ripped them off. Forcing my legs to limp their way to freedom. Those hands eager to destroy me. Why wont they leave me alone?!

Red tears dripped from my eyes every step I take.

Those hands came back and ripped my left hand, shredding it to pieces. Picking up the pace, I stumbled and fall, glancing back at those blood dripping hand. I stood and I fought. I’m not weak! I’m not….weak.

Those hands making their way closer and closer.

My mind went blank. My body stopped functioning. I froze as fear consumed me. Each of those hands got a hold of my body, shredding and ripping every single piece of me. The pain! The excruciating pain! Just kill me already! End my suffering! Please! It burns! It hurts! I screamed, I yelled and I cried. Stuttering my words with blood rushing out of my mouth, ears and eyes.
Silence, no longer able to hear my own voice.

No one would help; no one was there to help.

THE PAIN!

The sharp pain woke me from my dream. I shut my eyes tighter. It’s burning my very existence. Try as I might, my body no longer listens. I shook, feeling as if I was stabbed over and over again. I moved my hand towards my throat wanting to strangle myself to make the unbearable pain stop. Tears ran down my cheeks as I grit my teeth together refusing to make a sound.

Someone took my hand and yanked it off my throat. Thus, pinning it down on the bed. I can’t take it anymore!

“GET IT TOGETHER!” I can’t! I can’t…its too painful! Max, please!
“You need to hang on, just a little bit more!” His voice rough, stern…harsh.

He gave me comfort as this blaze explore every inch of my body.

The flare went on, burning every part of me to crisp. Soon, the pain crawled their way to my heart leaving the rest sore, sensitive and worn out. I freed my hand from his clutch and land it on my chest, over my heart. He took my hand in his, palm against palm grasping onto them hard.

He bit his wrist and pressed it against my lips. My fangs elongate, diving into his vein. I drank and drank easing the pain. With my lips smudged with his blood I tilt my head up searching for his eyes. I raise my hand eager to touch his face. Just a touch will do.

He lowered his head eager to touch me as well. We stared into each other’s eyes. His silver eyes and my emerald green’s danced in silence. I cupped his face lowering his head to my neck, offering my vein. Moaning in pleasure when he did. I wish time would stop.

just the two of us…together.

Chapter eight

I stared out the window with ongoing thoughts of Charles. Replaying that image of him over and over again. I squeezed my eyes tight, what am I thinking? He freaking betrayed me! I shut my eyes murdering him in my dreams.

It’s been a month since I’m stuck in bed, Max finally let me roam around a bit. I get nightmares at night but the pain was gone. Everyday I was feed blood. Shocking, It taste like honey, melts in my mouth can’t help but want more. I never tasted something that delicious. Since I’ve been taking it daily I’m able to move my body step by step. Max been behaving like a gentleman. Except, each time I asked who he was he always managed to dodge my question. Makes him seem like a ninja. A hot sexy down to earth kind of ninja! I like that.

“Why are you grinning like an old man?” Oh rats…Quick! Act like nothing’s going on! …

I ran away.

…

That kid just keeps getting funnier everyday…
‘Master Maxwell, why are you standing here?” Fred approached.
“Ah! Freddy, would you mind giving this to that mistress of yours. I would like to give it to her myself but she ran away.” I said recalling what happened.
“I understand.” Fred walked away smiling his crinkled smile.

I just stood there where she once stood. Immerse myself in her lingering scent. Her smell isn't perfume at all it's very subtle. The calming, hypnotic scent of the Chamomile flower instantly melts the tensions away.

He vanished, blending in with the shadows.

What was I thinking? How stupid of me, embarrassing! Cursing myself with each stride.
I skidded to a stop. Figuring out where my feet lead me to this time.

I pressed my palm to the heart of the door. I remember this room. Dad’s room. Then it all came back to me, my childhood, that picture and that dream. Oh, how I wish they were still alive, comforting me in times of need. I hopped onto his bed. Crawling under the blankets, twisting and twirling, making me look like a sushi roll.

I miss him. I miss them.

“Hey” I stood up so quickly; I rolled and crashed onto the floor. Ouch…
He laughed so hard the mansion practically shook.

I want to strangle him!

“What!” I spat out, patting the dust from my clothes.
“I just…um...never mind, sushi girl” He snickered. My jaw fell to the ground. Just how long did he watch? I stomped my way to the bedroom. How infuriating! I abruptly stopped and blushed remembering what we did that night. Lightly slapping myself on the cheek I sped off to my room. I jumped onto the bed turning my head to the side. Then I realised. If I’m a vampire, can I still eat skittles?

I paced back and forth, wondering. I took out a packet and placed it on the table. I kneeled in front of it and stared, swallowing my saliva. I opened it and slowly slip my finger in to take one. I stared some more. Just a second after I place it in my mouth, I spit it back out, bad idea. It’s disgusting!

Knock knock. “May I come in, Mistress?” Oh, its just Fred.

“Come in.” Still tasting that horrid taste on my tongue. Ugh!
“What is it?” I sat on the bed.
“Master Maxwell told me to give this to you.”
“For me? Max did?” He just nods as I reached out to take that small package.

I touched every little detail on that box before I gently untied its ribbon. My insides fluttered as I laid my eyes on a beautiful necklace. He gave me a daisy key pendant from Tiffany and Co?! Look at all those diamonds…

No! I can’t accept this!

I stormed down to his room, pushing the door not bothering to knock.
“I…” I quickly covered my eyes. Shutting them tight. I just walked into him drying his hair after his shower. He was only wearing a towel on his waist. I dashed out of his room, slamming the door behind me.

My face flashed bright red.

Chapter nine

“Good morning, Mistress”
“Good morning Fred” I smiled at him seating myself at the table. He gently placed my breakfast in front of me. Blood, o positive. My favourite. I took that glass and drank it in a shot. I was just about to head out to school, when I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs about a mile away. I have taken a serious liking to these powers of mine and blood isn’t that bad it’s pretty good actually. But I’m just a newborn so it’s hard to go blend in with people. My throat burns like hell, never happen with Fred though. I wonder why?

Considering the awkward event