Blood 

Rich blood

Divine blood

Heart’s blood. 

Siya was swimming in it, literally. Dark, rich, vital and thrumming with power that threatened to overwhelm her. How large was the heart of a Wolf-god? Large enough for a tiny vampire to rest comfortably inside, feeling the slowing rush of blood as the wolf-god died. She reveled in it, opening her tiny mouth, sucking in not only the blood, but the divinity and then the death of a god. It was so good, so right that she should have this feast, so right that she should take in this blood. Such feasted, gulping it down. It was almost as good as the blood of Atticus.

Atticus. 

The name rang in her head. The taste of him momentarily overriding the taste of this spiteful, dead god. She was glutting herself like a tick and she did not know what had become of her Lover, or her friends. What sort of person was she? She was a monster, not a person, she chided herself as she began to move. Blind she wriggled around until she found the opening she had made on her journey in as she’d ripped through his flesh. Shifting, wriggling, lubricated by the dark heart’s blood she wormed her way back out as blind as a newborn. The tight channel of flesh seemed to cling to her and she had to struggle to make her way out, as the wet flesh sucked at her, but she fought onward until she felt the cool wash of air on her face. Covered in a thick mask of blood her eyes were slow to open, her lashes gummy with the thick fluid. But she forced them open just in time to see the green ball of fire that her recent prey had been making spinning towards the earth. 

Some instinct warned her that if that ball landed, dire things would happen. She didn’t think, she simply moved, slipping from the slit in the flesh followed by a font of blood like a newborn she flipped midair and landed on her feet. She looked up, her all black eyes the only color other than deep arterial red on her tiny form. She saw the arc of the deadly ball and charged forward to put herself between it and the ground. 

She hadn’t know what to expect, she hadn’t had time to expect anything. She had simply reacted and now, as the green ball, so much larger than her landed on her tiny hands and then her shoulders she screamed. The noise cutting through the night as if countless fingernails scratching across slate. Like Atlas with his burden of the heavens on his shoulders she stumbled and knelt, one knee falling to the earth as she struggled to keep the ball aloft long enough for help to come.

Pain was too small a word for what she felt. Agony didn’t cut it either. Whatever it was burned into her, ate away at her and she suspected that it was only her coating of a god’s blood that kept her from being instantly blotted out. But the blood was burning now, and it was only a matter of moments before it was gone and after that, she would be gone too.

“Help!” she screamed to whoever could hear her. “For fuck’s sake do something!”