As Chloe ran on higher and higher rooftops, sprinting away from Yaska, a few things raced through her mind.
‘I am not going to be caught by Yaska and her rescue party. Not now.’ That was the loudest. Her skin was healing from all the small bleeding cuts that had made her the Crimson Woman.
The other thoughts were chaos; begging for order, her superiority, her royal birth calling for duty. All of it was drowned out by cries and screams of pain from within. She had left on purpose. She had let herself get caught by a very understanding serial murderer, but had saved herself with the silver tube.
‘Why… Is it worth it? You saved all of your clinic’s money, skimped on methadone and morphine, did extra on the side, started charging rich folk. You earned yourself a place in the city for your passion, NightRave. But you did not earn a place in anyone’s heart.
‘Oh the search party? You don’t want to go back to that worthless life. You have all of three fans. Three customers after all that investment. Now you have nothing, rock bottom for the third time in your life. Isn’t it time we end this nonsense? Isn’t it time we just stop trying to climb back up and let the current take us?’
Chloe shed a tear and yelled, “Leave Mr alone you demon!” Back to Yaska, who promptly ignored her.
Chloe knew Yaska was weak from the new gravity on her body. She sprinted through alley ways and busy streets, and lost Yaska in a couple of hours. She ran back home, exhausted, weak from the blood and running.
*She went to her roof, drew her rapier, and put the edge to her neck. Her hands trembled from, she had lost most of her blood, and hadn’t fed her vampirism in a while. She pushed on the blade, her shaking causing it to scrape her fair skin instead of cut it. “I’m worthless. Sin after sin, nothing but failure. The world’s become too much for me. It’s time to move on.”
She was weak, her sword dulled, her strength… Probably not enough to even draw blood. But she pushed, her hands trembling, her vision fading.