Slimy Poison

Esmeray stirred at the feel of the faint touch of cold fingers against her skin. Despite her mind being covered in the thick fog of sleep she moaned at the sparks going off on her skin at a familiar touch.

The pointed tips of her ears twitched at the sound of muffled sobs coming from her left, bringing her out of her sleep-hazed state.

Esmeray opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly to adjust to the room's low light. The moment her sight focused her eyes fell on Vladimir's face. She frowned at the tears rolling down his face as he stared at her legs.

Despair settled at the pit of her stomach as she realized Vladimir was examining her scars.

It almost felt like a dream seeing the Vampire King in a trance as his fingers gently traced over the thick scared tissues hidden beneath the ink on her legs.

"Do they still hurt?" Esmeray’s heart twisted in knots at hearing the tremble in his voice.

Somehow Esmeray knew he was not talking about physical pain. Her wounds had healed a long time