along with the faint sound of life. I rounded a corner leading to a small cave-like crevice and once there I found another dead Hellhound with a sword embedded in its skull and a dying Nero lying next to it.
She had three deep lacerations across her torso slashing open first material, then skin and flesh down to the bone. Her eyes fluttered open as if sensing my presence and I got down on one knee and took her hand in my own. Her pulse was nearly non-existent, and I knew there wasn't much time.
“Amelia, she…”
“What happened to her?” I felt like a heartless bastard for asking but I needed to know. She closed her eyes and released a sigh and I took it as a good sign that it seemed to be one of peace, not worry.
“I got her on the boat, she's safe on the boat,” she said, repeating this as if needing to hear it to comfort herself.
“You sacrificed yourself to lure them away from taking the river, didn't you?” I asked feeling that question weigh heavily in my gut knowing that this woman here lay dying in order to save my Chosen One. There was no greater gift to receive or any payment worthy of such a sacrifice. However, I did have at least one thing to give if she was willing to accept it.
“She is safe now, she's safe on the boat.” This was her answer and it made me smile, then I put my gloved hand behind her head cradling it with my palm after first making it smooth without armour. Then, with the other hand I raised it to my mouth and bit into my wrist where the blood would flow the fastest.
Then I asked her,
“Do you want to live, for if you do, I will own your soul as you will be one of my own, and your soul will be forever…?” At this her eyes snapped open and she said with renewed energy,
“I would make a shitty martyr, so…fucking spare me the spiel and just tell me where to sign and give me your blood, yeah…I kind of wanna live here…” I had to laugh at the brass humour even in the face of death. I would enjoy owning this one and admittedly was already contemplating making her my newest council member, for she most certainly deserved the status.
“Then say the words…say that you swear your loyalty to me and grant me your soul and in return you will gain the eternal life of a vampire, for I will gift to you my blood and you will then become one of my own,” I told her and she closed her eyes. But then as she was obviously waiting she cracked one eye open and said,
“What are we waiting for here, a cocktail umbrella and a straw?” I smirked and leaning down a little whispered,
“I need your words, little brave witch.” After this it finally dawned on her, making her tell me what I needed to hear.
“I swear my loyalty to you and that of ownership over my soul. Now please hurry up and feed me before I die.” I grinned down at her and readily fed her my wrist. She latched onto it and started to drink down my blood with gusto. However, despite ingesting so much of it, I knew it would be a while before she would be able to fully heal, but it was enough not to die at least.
As for her turning, well, I had no idea on this either seeing as she was a witch and had been sent to Hell first as a mortal. I knew this, not because I had checked up on her, but because this was what happened to most witches. My own witch had been slightly unorthodox in her turning and therefore it was quite a different story.
So, other than coming outright and asking her why she was sent down here, then I had no idea. But as her new Master it was my right to ask it, yet it wasn't a question I would ask until the time was right. It was something I would want answered in the near future though, for if I potentially did ever decide to take her topside, as I had the power to do so, and assuming she agreed, of course, then I would want to know. For if she was to be on my council then I would have to know the reasons why