Chapter Two:- What Is This Place?
Bill's head felt like it burning ablaze, his arms regaining some minor function as the tingling sensation began to dwindle. His eyes remained tightly closed as his fingertips began to increase their movement.
His skin felt a cool breeze brush against his skin as what felt like sand, he forced his eyes open as his body had semi regained movement. His mouth dry with dusty sand, using his tongue and the tips of his fingers to brush it out from his mouth.
His hand gripped or tried to grip onto something solid so that he could force himself onto his knees. He let out a muffled cough as he forced the last remaining sand from his mouth.
As he now forced himself to sit on his knees, his eyes still clouded and hazy, his mind trying to figure what had happened too him. The blood. His blood had been spiked. But with what? He had no quarrels with the King of Austria. In fact they had many a friendly history together. Could it have been Francesca? But what did she have against him? He had offered her nothing but the best in what she did. He had become very fond of her.
As he partially regained some of his sight, his raised his head back and found that the sun was high in the sky above him. As he recoiled and spun around trying to find some aid to shelter him from the blazing sun.
He stopped suddenly when he felt no pain, he felt no weakness dwindling him from the effect from the burning. He did not burn in the sun.
As he stumbled to his feet as the continued to sink into the soft sand, his hand raised to his eyes covering them from the bright lights that he had since long forgotten as he became a creature of the night, a vampire.
As he stumbled to the edge of a cliff, his eyes searching for his bearings, soon became wide with disbelief.
This was not Bon Temps.
His lips cracked and dry, his eyes continued to search the horizon for some sign of life.
"Where am i?" was all that escaped his lips.
Bill's head felt like it burning ablaze, his arms regaining some minor function as the tingling sensation began to dwindle. His eyes remained tightly closed as his fingertips began to increase their movement.
His skin felt a cool breeze brush against his skin as what felt like sand, he forced his eyes open as his body had semi regained movement. His mouth dry with dusty sand, using his tongue and the tips of his fingers to brush it out from his mouth.
His hand gripped or tried to grip onto something solid so that he could force himself onto his knees. He let out a muffled cough as he forced the last remaining sand from his mouth.
As he now forced himself to sit on his knees, his eyes still clouded and hazy, his mind trying to figure what had happened too him. The blood. His blood had been spiked. But with what? He had no quarrels with the King of Austria. In fact they had many a friendly history together. Could it have been Francesca? But what did she have against him? He had offered her nothing but the best in what she did. He had become very fond of her.
As he partially regained some of his sight, his raised his head back and found that the sun was high in the sky above him. As he recoiled and spun around trying to find some aid to shelter him from the blazing sun.
He stopped suddenly when he felt no pain, he felt no weakness dwindling him from the effect from the burning. He did not burn in the sun.
As he stumbled to his feet as the continued to sink into the soft sand, his hand raised to his eyes covering them from the bright lights that he had since long forgotten as he became a creature of the night, a vampire.
As he stumbled to the edge of a cliff, his eyes searching for his bearings, soon became wide with disbelief.
This was not Bon Temps.
His lips cracked and dry, his eyes continued to search the horizon for some sign of life.
"Where am i?" was all that escaped his lips.
