63Of Ghosts And Vampires
Chapter 6: Part 2 of Chapter 5
Rated T for Teen
Burning Pain. It was like I was being burned alive, over and over and over again, Only the pain never stopped, or even diminished in some small way. I felt flaming heat that was hotter than even single damn sun in freaking existence. Jesus, death sounded wonderful right now. I felt like screaming damn bloody murder. But I didn't. I was better than that, and screaming would just show them that I was hurting. Undoubtedly, they already knew. But they didn't know how much I was hurting, and I intended to keep it that way.
Out of all the pain in my body, my heart felt the worst. It was horrible, simply horrible. Pure, utter, agony.
I briefly wondered if I was actually burning in the eternal lake of fire known as Hell, but I didn't remember dying. All I remembered was that guy with black hair and paper-looking skin bite me on the neck… and the rest was blurred and unclear.
What the hell did that bastard do to me? And more importantly, what were they going to do to Danny? If they laid a finger on his head, I kill them, drag them from where ever the hell they were and kill them again. I valued Danny more then my life.
I pictured Danny in my head. He was certainly a nice image. His beautiful raven tresses, those heavenly royal blue eyes, the pale albino skin…
Daniel Scott Fenton…
My oasis…
My personal sanctuary…
My perfect angel from heaven.
If you haven't already guessed, this is Sam's POV. Byez!