Night World : Black Dawn Chapter 8

What are you doing?† he rehashed ferociously.His hold was harming her. â€Å"I'm tossing the water pack down there,† Maggiesaid. Be that as it may, she was thinking, He's so solid. More grounded than anyone I've at any point met. He could break mywrist easily. â€Å"I realize that! Why?† â€Å"Because it's simpler than conveying it down in myteeth,† Maggie said. However, that wasn't the genuine reason,of course. The reality of the situation was that she expected to move enticement. She was so parched thatit was a sort of frenzy, and she was apprehensive ofwhat she would do on the off chance that she clutched this cool, sloshing water sack any longer. He was gazing at her with those alarming eyes,as in the event that he were attempting to pryhis route into her brain.And Maggie had the odd inclination that he'd succeeded, at any rate far enough that he knew the genuine explanation she was doing this. â€Å"You are an idiot,† he said gradually, with cold marvel. â€Å"You ought to tune in to your body; it's telling youwhat it needs. You can't disregard thirst. You can'tdeny it.† â€Å"Yes, you can,† Maggie said straight. Her wrist wasgoing numb. In the event that this went on, she was going to dropthe pack automatically, and in an inappropriate spot. â€Å"You can't,† he stated, by one way or another creation the wordsinto an irate murmur. â€Å"I ought to know.† At that point he got defensive. Maggie ought to have been readied. Jeanne had advised her. Vampires and witches and shapeshifters, she'd said. What's more, Sylvia was a witch,and Bern had been a shapeshifter. This kid was a vampire. The abnormal thing was that, not normal for Bern, he didn'tget uglier when he changed. His face appeared palerand better, such as something etched in ice. His goldeneyes consumed more splendid, surrounded by lashes that lookedeven more black interestingly. His students opened and appeared to hold an obscurity that could gobble aperson up. Be that as it may, it was the mouth that had changed the most.It looked significantly increasingly tenacious, contemptuous, and gloomy and it was drawn up into a scoff to displaythe teeth. Great teeth. Long, translucent white, tightening into sensitive focuses. Formed like a feline's canines,with a sheen on them like gems. Not yellowing tusks like Bern's, however sensitive instruments of death. What astonished Maggie was that despite the fact that helooked totally unique in relation to anything she'd seen previously, totally anomalous, he additionally lookedcompletely common. This was another sort of animal, much the same as a human or a bear, with as muchright to live as both of them. Which didn't mean she wasn't terrified. Be that as it may, shewas alarmed in another way, a route good to go. She was prepared to battle, if battling got vital. She'd just changed that much since entering this valley: dread currently made her not terrified buthyper alert. On the off chance that I need to protect myself I need both hands.And it's better not to let him see I'm frightened. â€Å"Maybe you can't disregard your sort of thirst,† shesaid, and was satisfied that her voice didn't wobble.†But I'm fine. Then again, actually you're harming my wrist. Would you be able to please let go?† For only a moment, the splendid yellow eyesflared much more splendid, and she thought about whether he wasgoing to assault her. Be that as it may, at that point his eyelids lowered,black lashes veiling the splendor. He let go ofher wrist. Maggie's arm sagged,and the calfskin bagdropped from her unexpectedly nerveless fingers. It landed securely at her feet. She scoured her hand. What's more, didn't look into a second later, when he saidwith a sort of calm threatening vibe, â€Å"Aren't you afraidof me?† â€Å"Yes.† It was valid. Furthermore, it wasn't on the grounds that hewas a vampire or in light of the fact that he had a force thatcould send blue demise twenty feet away. It was a result of him, of the manner in which he was. He was frightening enough all by himself. â€Å"But what great is it, being afraid?† Maggie said,still scouring her hand. â€Å"If you're going to attempt tohurt me,IT retaliate. Thus far, you haven't triedto harmed me. You've just aided me.† â€Å"I let you know, I didn't do it for you.And you'll neversurvive on the off chance that you continue being crazy like this.† â€Å"Insane like what?† Now she looked up, to seethat his eyes were consuming dull gold and his fangswere gone. His mouth just looked contemptuous and refined. â€Å"Trusting people,† he stated, as though it ought to havebeen self-evident. â€Å"Taking care of individuals. Don't youknow that solitary the solid ones make it? Feeble individuals are deadweightand in the event that you attempt to support them, they'll drag you down with them.† Maggie had a response for that. â€Å"Cady isn'tweak,† she said straight. â€Å"She's sickShe'll get betterif she finds the opportunity. What's more, in the event that we don't take care ofeach other, what will happen to all of us?† He looked exasperated, and for a couple minutesthey gazed at one another in common dissatisfaction. At that point Maggie bowed and got the pack Again.†i would do well to offer it to her now. I'll bring your can high schooler back.† â€Å"Wait.† His voice was sudden and chilly, threatening. Be that as it may, this time he didn't get her.†What?† â€Å"Follow me.† He provided the request quickly andturned without stopping to check whether she complied. It wasclear that he expectedpeople to obey him, withoutquestions. â€Å"Bring the bag,† he stated, without lookingover his shoulder. Maggie faltered a moment, looking down atCady. Be that as it may, the empty was ensured by the overhanging rocks; Cady would be okay there for a couple of moments. She followed the kid. The thin way that injury around the mountain was unpleasant and crude, hindered by groups of broken, razor-sharpslate. She needed to pick her direction cautiously aroundthem. Before her, the kid moved in the direction of the rocksuddenly and vanished. When Maggie got up to speed, she saw the cavern. The passageway was little, scarcely more than acrack, and even Maggie needed to stoop and go in sideways. In any case, inside it opened into a cozy littleenclosure that resembled moistness and cool stone. Practically no light sifted in from the outsideworld. Maggie flickered, attempting to acclimate to the neardarkness, when there was a sound like a match strike and a smell of sulfur. A little fire was conceived, and Maggie saw the kid lighting some kindof unrefined stone light that had been cut out ofthe cavern divider itself. He looked back at her and his eyes flashed gold. Be that as it may, Maggie was heaving, glancing around her.The light of the little fire tossed a mass of moving, confounding shadows all over, yet it alsopicked out strings of shining quartz in the rock.The little cavern had become a position of charm. Andatthe kid's feet was something that glitteredsilver. In the quiet of the still air, Maggie couldhear the fluid, ringer like sound of water trickling. â€Å"It'sa pool,† the kid said. â€Å"Spring took care of. The watees cold, yet it's acceptable. Water .Something like unadulterated desire defeated Maggie. She stepped forward, overlooking the kid totally, and afterward her legs collapsed.Shecupped a submit the pool, felt the coolness incorporate it to the wrist, and brought it out asif shewere holding fluid precious stone in her palm. She'd tasted nothing asgood as that water. No Coke she'd alcoholic on the most sweltering day of summer could contrast and it. It went through herdry mouth and down her dry throatand then it appeared to spread all through her, sparklingthrough her body, mitigating and resuscitating her. A kind of precious stone clearness entered her mind. She drankand savored a condition of unadulterated happiness. And afterward, when she was in the much more blissfulstate of being not parched any longer, she plunged the calfskin pack under the surface to fill it. â€Å"What's that for?† But there was a sure abdication in the kid's voice. â€Å"Cady. I need to return to her.† Maggie sat backon her heels and took a gander at him. The light dancedand glimmered around him, flickering bronze off hisdark hair, throwing a large portion of his face in shadow. â€Å"Thank you,† she stated, unobtrusively, yet in a voice thatshook somewhat. â€Å"I think you most likely spared mylife again.† â€Å"You were truly thirsty.† â€Å"Yeah.† She held up. â€Å"But when you thought there wasn't enoughwater, you were going to offer it to her.† He couldn'tseem to get over the idea. â€Å"Yeah† â€Å"Even in the event that it implied you dying?† â€Å"I didn't die,† Maggie brought up. â€Å"And I wasn'tplanning to. Butyeah, I surmise, if there wasn't anyother choice.† She saw him gazing at her in utterbewilderment. â€Å"I assumed liability for her,† shesaid, attempting to clarify. â€Å"It resembles when you take ina feline, or-or it resembles being a sovereign or something.If you state you will be answerable for your subjects, you are. You owe them afterward.† Something glinted in his brilliant eyes, just fora second. It could have been a knife point ofanger or only a flash of wonder. There wasa quiet. â€Å"It's not thatweird, individuals dealing with each other,† Maggie stated, seeing his shadowed face. â€Å"Doesn't anyone do it here?† He gave a short giggle. â€Å"Hardly,† he said dryly.†The nobles realize how to deal with themselves.And the slaves need to battle each other to survive.† He included unexpectedly, â€Å"All of which you ought to know.But obviously you're not from here. You're fromOutside.† â€Å"I didn't have the foggiest idea whether you thought about Outside,† Mag gie said. â€Å"There should be any contact. Therewasn't for around 500 years. Be that as it may, whenmy-when the old ruler kicked the bucket, they opened the pass,again and began getting slaves from the outside world. New blood.† He said it basically andmatter-of-factly. Mountain men, Maggie thought. For a considerable length of time there had been gossipy tidbits about the Cascades, about menwho lived in shrouded places among the icy masses andpreyed on climbers. Men or beasts. There were consistently explorers who professed to have seen Bigfoot. What's more, perhaps they had-or possibly they'd seen ashapeshifter like Bern. â€Å"And you feel that is okay,† she said out loud.†Grabbing individuals from th