Chapter 5 Discoveries And Flashbacks

30 years ago

“Mama, come and see my piture I drawd.” she smiled at her mama sitting in the chair.

Her mama looked up from her book and smiled at her, “What are you drawing Vivianne?”

“You mama.” Her mama laughed and set the book down, then got up and walked over to her, where she sat at her pink princess table with the pink princess chairs.

She bent over looking at the drawing, “Oh, sweetheart, that is so pretty. I love your drawing. We'll have to put it up on the refrigerator so I can see it all the time.”

She smiled as her mama bent over and kissed her head, and then turned to go back to her chair. She swung her feet and hummed to herself as she started drawing again. Suddenly there's the sound of breaking glass and a body dressed in black lands on the floor, having broken through the glass patio door. Vivianne screams and yells for her mama. Then her mama is there scooping her up and running for the front door. As Vivianne looks over her mama's shoulder the man stands up, and he smiles at her. He has fangs.

Present Day 

I pull myself away from that memory. Discovering that I believe this man isn't human, and is in fact, a vampire, had triggered that memory. What happened that night has given me a deep seeded hatred for vampires. However, right now my life is dependent on fixing this one. I shake myself out of the sadness that memory caused and return to working on the patient.

I need to keep my discovery to myself. My very life depends on my ability to do so, and if I can actually keep him alive and healing. I have people depending on me so I have to make it home, there’s really no other alternative. I have to do whatever is needed in order to reach that goal in the end. 

When I enter the operating theater at work I have to do that. Just block out whatever is happening at home or what I am feeling, and just focus on the patient I am trying to help on the table in front of me. Now, he may not be in my operating room on the table, but I still have to focus on him and helping him any way I can. He’s stitched up and I’ve already applied both tubes of antibiotic cream, at least hoping that keeps the dirt from this place from making my task impossible. I have bandaged him as much as I am able with my very limited supplies. 

I look over at him judging his condition. He hasn’t moved so he still appears comatose. I check his eyes, and a hyper-reactivity to the pen light, although I understand it now. I notice he has a lot of scars littering his chest. I didn’t honestly know that vampires could even scar, but I guess they can. He also has several around his face, although they have done nothing to detract from the handsomeness of his features. I find myself brushing back his hair from his face, just watching him breathe. I attempt to gain my feet and get off my aching knees.

“Are you finally done? I hear you groaning over there as if you were an old woman. Should I fetch you a cane?” He was very blatant  in his disdain of me, although I had no idea why.

“No, thanks though, Whyatt Earp, so, now, we just wait for him to wake up or whatever. You know you might want to get my phone, people will be calling and looking for me, and if they don’t hear from me, that could cause issues. ” I glance at him over my shoulder.

There’s another man not too far away from him. He’s menacing in just his size. He’s probably the one who had me flung over his shoulder, I never saw him after he sat me down. His look isn’t disdain, nope, his is pure hate.

“Now that she has fixed our Liege, we should dispose of her Marcus.” Ah, so his name was Marcus, not that I cared, Whyatt Earp seemed to fit rather well.

“Listen here Igor, he’s not out of the woods yet, and I just saved your Liege, so how about you back the fuck off me.” I growled out. 

He took a menacing step forward, but the other one, Marcus, held up his hand, “We shall wait and see what our Liege orders, Omar, and not be hasty in our decisions.” He didn’t like it but Omar, as that was apparently his name, backed up against the wall and just glared at me. 

I dug in the first aid kit beside me and downed another glucose powder, not honestly sure how long it had been since I’d eaten anything. I was startled when a bottle of water was handed to me, I looked up at Marcus and took it. I thanked him automatically and he smiled, although it was a bit condescending.

“Just so we are clear, remember I did warn you about doing this in this environment. So, if he gets an infection and dies, you can’t blame me for that. I pieced him back together and removed the remaining bullets.” Marcus eyed me but said nothing.

I once again checked over my “patient” and didn’t notice any immediate changes, not that I really expected any. I continued my perusal from before, noticing along with scars on his chest, he had a strange shaped one, almost like a crescent, right over his left eyebrow. I momentarily wondered what could have caused that one. With the other scars I already noticed, I briefly wonder if he might have had some reconstruction work done.

Of course, if he had people trying to shoot and eviscerate him, who knows how many other injuries he’s sustained. Not that is really any of my business. I just wanted to get this over and done with so I could get home. I just kept chanting to myself, get home, get home. 

I was so tired, this was most assuredly not the relaxing vacation I had been ordered to take to “rest” and “recouperate” as Dr. Martin had stated it. I shook my head and decided I needed to move around. 

I got myself up off the floor, and turned to speak to Marcus, but right as I turned and caught his eye, the world went dark.