floating on a cloud for a brief moment in time, the white light blinding me before blue washed it away. Pain stung my body, my hands burning, aching to let go. I clenched my jaw, struggling to keep my teeth from chattering as my body trembled beneath the force of the bomb . I fought to push past the overwhelming tingling scorching through my limbs; I battled to pull the cuffs together. My skin was dripping with sweat, my vision a muddled mess of blue and white.
Digging deep, I grappled, fighting myself along the way, to bring the chains together. The second they touched, lightning crackled loudly, as if water had touched boiling oil. I doubled back, my body quivering uncontrollably. I was amazed to find no sign of the electricity racing through or around the chains. Had I not felt the currents and heard the telltale sounds of charges connecting, I would have doubted the existence of an actual e-bomb.
I shook my head, blinking several times in succession. I was here; I was alive but didn’t quite feel right. My mind was present, racing, but my body was still prickling in the sky. Feeling hadn’t fully returned to me; my nerves were loose wires fighting to be reconnected.
After what seemed like a lifetime, I was finally able to roll onto my knees to face the stairs. I knew I needed to get out. I needed to escape the constant low, buzzing noise. I needed to find Kellan and Craig, make sure they were okay. I closed my hands, leaning on my elbows on the concrete floor as I lifted my foot, attempting to place it flat on the ground to haul myself up, but it wouldn’t cooperate. Was it possible for a vamp to become paralyzed? No, I wouldn’t be able to move my lower extremities at all if that was the case.
I collapsed onto my stomach. Yanking off the gloves carefully, I tossed them aside, determined to get out of the dungeon. My camp had left, but I didn’t know if my grandfather’s would return.
Gathering the little bit of strength I had left, I wiggled my midsection over the rough floor. After several minutes of attempting to reach the stairs, I stopped. I now knew why a worm moved slower than a turtle.
“Lexi?” I heard Al call.
“Down here!” I couldn’t describe the relief that washed through me. I’d survived the physical demands of the job but couldn’t seem to do anything beyond it.
Footsteps moved towards me at a rapid pace. I couldn’t stop my heart from thumping excitedly in my chest at the sight of him coming towards me.
“Is he okay?” I asked.
Al didn’t reply. He bent down to touch me but immediately yanked his hand back. I looked down and frowned. My body was aglow in blue. I didn’t understand why it was happening. I wasn’t having an extreme mood swing; I actually wasn’t feeling anything.
“I’m so sorry, Lexi. I can’t pick you up right now without being electrocuted.” Lines creased his forehead. He began to search the room, but at the spark of electricity that lit up the space, he backed up. He continued looking around the room from where he was. “Wait. I can use the gloves.”
“Don’t touch them! I touched the cuffs with them, and they were laced with something.” I sighed as Al frowned. I was weary, defeated. Normalcy was far from reach. Even as the tingling began to subside, a new, infinitely stranger sensation overtook me. My eyelids grew heavy. I… I was blacking out. “Oh, God, not…not—”
***
My eyes fluttered open, revealing a fluorescent light overhead.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were going to sleep all night.”
My head shot towards the male voice. I smiled. “Hey, stranger.”
“Stranger? Last time I checked, I was your fiancé, your lover, and I’m sure a few more things.”
“Partner in crime?”
“Nah. I leave that job for Mel.” He grinned, his emerald eyes sparkling as his dimple appeared on his left cheek.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, sitting up. It took me a moment to recognize the space as a doctor’s office. I
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