I’m like a hundred percent sure I’m not ready for this, but there’s no turning back now. It has to be done. I don’t even understand what ‘it’ is. All I know is that Syrsee needs to be pregnant at the end of this encounter, because if she’s not, she will die. And if she dies, I die.
And it’s not even me I’m worried about. I don’t care about the feeding. I don’t care about her blood. I just want what was stolenfrom me when I was born. I want my chance at happiness and Syrsee is that chance. Even if it comes with beingthis.
“Well?” Josep asks. “You can’t be a passive participant, Ryet. It’s always been a choice. This is no different. You have to give me permission.”
He’s right. I have made all the choices. Fine. It’s all my fault.
But it doesn’t change anything. I still want my chance.
“I’m ready. Do it.”
His teeth are in me before the last two words are out of my mouth. And the moment he starts pulling blood out of me, I don’t care about the consequences.
This is temptation. Straight out of the Bible.
Sexual immorality, sensuality, sorcery, orgies.
I understand this. It’s a test. It’s evil.
I warn you, as I warned you before?—
And I’m in the middle of failing.
—that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.
I am sinning.
This is when I bite Josep. This is my sin. Not giving him my blood, but taking his blood back.
That is how the Darkness gets inside me.
With permission.
And the moment I think this, I’m gone.
I am not in that bedroom with Syrsee, and Paul, and Josep.
I’m in the gold. I’m in the purple.
And I’m alone.
