My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 50

Suddenly, I felt the wind blow and a splash of thick liquid covered my face. I opened my eyes and met the blonde's dead stare. A second later his head fell off of his body, while the rest of his corpse collapsed on the floor. I slowly raised my hand to wipe off my face and realized it was that vampire's blood that dirtied me. I heard brief screams of pain coming from those two other vampires' mouths until the silence came. I was too tired to process what was going on, and why I wasn't dead already. The agonizing pain clouded my thinking. I closed my eyes again.

"Lilith! Lilith open your eyes!" I heard Sariel's voice, although I couldn't tell whether it was real or just something I longed to hear before I died.

I smiled feebly, keeping my eyes closed. I vaguely heard some other voices, but they didn't matter. The voice I yearned to hear was Sariel's.

"Lilith! Look at me, Lilith!" He sounded like he was nervous, even frightened.

I thought that I wanted to see him one last time before I died. I opened my eyes and saw him covered in blood. The blood certainly wasn't his.

"Thank God," I muttered, grateful that he was safe.

"Lilith! Don't fall asleep! You cannot sleep now!" he shouted, shaking my shoulders.

"I'm… tired…" I mumbled.

"Don't close your eyes!" He yelled and disturbed my drifting away.

He took me in his arms and lifted my body. I was too weak to hold him and just hung motionless while he carried me at a great speed somewhere. When I managed to open my eyes again, the bright light violated my pupils. I found myself lying on a medical bed, covered in sheets that used to be white, but were now painted red with my blood. There was a needle in my arm with a drip connected to it. The pain seemed to be less painful. Sariel was standing beside my bed, he was talking to someone. I knew that other person. It was Will, Doctor William Duarte.

"You know she will die otherwise," he said harshly to Sariel.

"Find some other way. I could be accused if the word comes out. This time is too crucial." Sariel glared at him.

"Don't give me that bullshit! You've done it before, and there is no other way! She will die!" Will yelled.

"What if it affects her?!" Sariel shouted.

"She took it well last time, didn't she?" Will smirked.

"Fuck!" Sariel growled, then took a scalpel from the table and cut his own arm.

"Don't…" I mumbled weakly, seeing his blood dripping from the cut.

Will looked at me, clearly surprised that I was awake.

"He is doing it for you. Don't worry, you will be fine." He smiled nervously.

I had no strength to say another word. I couldn't even process what I heard. I closed my eyes again and would have fallen asleep if it wasn't for something cold that suddenly touched my lips.

"Lilith, you need to drink this." Will's voice ordered.

As my eyes regained their focus, I noticed a glass with a dark-red liquid inside. Will was holding it against my lips, trying to make me drink it. I slightly opened my mouth, allowing him to pour the fluid in. At that moment, I would drink any kind of poison he would give me. I did it without any thinking.

"Good girl. Swallow it slowly," he said, a hopeful expression appearing on his face.

The liquid was thick. It had a sweet and metallic taste. It was blood, Sariel's blood. I drank more than half a cup of it.

"That's enough. Your body is beginning to regenerate." He heaved a sigh of relief, taking the glass from my lips and putting it on the table.

Suddenly, the agonizing pain started to leave my body. Instead of that, I felt as if the skin around my wounds started to burn. I was too weak to scream. I formed my mouth into a faint grimace while a single tear drew a line down my cheek.