My Wounds Cry For The Grave

Cordelia's eyes widened as the blood started flowing normally again. It was still pouring from her wounds, but she was no longer choking and her lungs could have sweet oxygen again. The woman looked up at her fledgling, not understanding why he was bothering to help her. "Jira... get out of here..." she said, coughing over her own voice. She may have been dying, but she would use all of her last strength to make sure that Jira didn't get hurt.

Maybe she hated him at times... but overall, she did care.

The blood was not, in fact, traveling back inside of her normally. Maybe for a moment, but it just wasn't going to happen. Cordelia sighed, laying on the ground now, propping herself up against a tree. She watched the two males fight, though her vision was becoming a bit blurry.

Even so, she would do as the blood melder said. Cordelia was silent and followed the fight as best as she could, since it was a bit hard in her mutilated state.

Cordelia watched proudly as Jira started moving faster, eventually becoming a blur. She had turned him into a vampire... so in some ways, she figured that she was one of the reasons he was becoming so powerful. At least he was less likely to die before the age of twenty-one. She wouldn't even get to legally drink... and she had only been a vampire for a mere year. It seemed like so much longer...

"Sorry..." Cordelia finally said quietly with a smirk, coughing up some more blood. She had had a good run, even if good things in her life were rare and didn't last. She at least got to know that her little brother was actually alive. Besides, she had ruined some other lives... so it was better that this happened.

Cordelia could barely see through her blurred eyes that Cleanse had left. Good... at least Jira wouldn't get too beaten up now, even if that wouldn't have happened in the first place. It was a mothers worry, though, and she couldn't help it.

She looked at her arm and bit her lip as she noticed that it was turning black. Ashes... that was all she was going to be in a few more minutes. "I'm... scared...." she said quietly, not knowing if Jira was there anymore or not. It didn't matter, though. She could handle dying alone.

Cordelia felt the blood going back in her, though that was it. It was probably too late... but that was fine. She would get over it. She could feel the ashes spreading... but something was weird. This didn't entirely feel like death. Then again, she didn't know what death felt like except for when she became a vampire, and that didn't really count.

The ashes were spreading, however, the healing caught up to them. Every last trace of black disappeared and the healing continued. Cordelia's hair became just a little bit shorter and had blue and purple streaks in it, and she became a lot tinnier, though she remained the same height. Her clothes didn't even fit her because of her lanky, bony figure.

A hand lifted and long, sickly pale fingers moved hair out of her face. She blinked when her eyesight returned to her and looked at herself, then at Jira.

"What the hell?!" she shouted, standing up only to trip over her pants and fall down.