Chapter Thirty.

[A/N]
In this chapter, I will place a triggering warning. It can be triggering to some who's experienced abuse or has gone through sexual abuse.

I can't help but cry as I try to clean up for the blood transfer. It hurts mainly because the person I care about most can't even drink my blood but can with others. I didn't know what the fuck happened to me, I just felt straight rage. It was like I turned into a monster. I didn't know how to even confront my parents again, "Hey mom and dad, I know I've been gone for days but I've fed with the angel hybrid and he can die from my blood. I was staying with him to keep him alive and by the way, soldiers are after me to kill me but look at what I can do." It sounds fucking ridiculous.

The shower curtain pulls back, Dawson is standing shirtless with only joggers on. "Baby, what is it?" He kneels outside the shower and I turn it off. Suddenly I'm cold. He pulls out a towel and I stand, he wraps me up and lifts me out of the tub.

"I'm just stressed." I wipe my face and look away.

"You know, I don't want her blood." He cups my face and I pull away from my body.

"I know." I watch as his eyes rake over my body, he smiles and shakes his head. I wrap the towel around my hair, I walk to the mirror that hangs above the sink, and decides to look good. After his transfer, they want to have a small celebration.

I watch as he walks behind me, his eyes focused on my ass. "Do you?" He wraps his arms around me and pushes my head to the side, kissing my neck. I watch through the mirror as his hand roams down my stomach, I feel his fingers begin to rub my folds.

I can't help but moan, "Again?" God, he's always wanting to fuck me.

"Aww, you think I'm going to fuck you and make you cum?" He teases. "You're wrong." He continues to rub me gently, in circles and suddenly I'm yearning for him inside me.

"Why not?" I pout, pressing my bare ass against his joggers.

He smacks my ass. "No, you don't get to tease me like that." His breathing is erratic and I decide since he wants to tease me, I can him. I turn around and face him, I place myself on top of the counter and spread my legs.

"That's too bad considering I'm wet, Dawson." I pull him towards me and press my hard nipples against his bare chest. "You could just fuck me and do us both a favor." I run my hand down his back, to his perfect ass, and then to his raging hard cock.

He chuckles, groaning as he bites lip. "You're going to fucking regret this later." He sighs in frustration and I grab his hand and place his fingers against my pussy.

"Don't you just want to bury all your worries into my soaking, tight, aching-"

"No, no, no!" He pulls away from me and I giggle at his erection, the tip is sticking out the farthest and you can see his cock imprint perfectly. "Fuck-" He breaths heavily and turns away. "I'll be fucking you good tonight," He promises.

Deciding to give him a treat, I wear a matching lingerie outfit. My boobs look so good in the push-up bra, I love my mom's taste. I slip casual clothes over the bombshell. I slip on my shoes and when I walk down the hallway, I grow nervous. I notice two large machines, one is next to Kyla who's wearing night shorts and a tank top. The other is next to Dawson, his eyes land on me and his eyes widen.

Suddenly, I grow nervous. Kyla has an IV hooked to her arm, it leads to the first machine and then that machine is also hooked to Dawson, the second machine is on the other side. "Okay, Kyla's blood enters machine number one," Lennox explains. "It goes to Dawson, then the bad blood goes to machine number two." I take a seat next to Dawson, he's looking at me in awe.

I run my hand over his forehead and push his wild blonde hair out of his eyes. "He's going to go through a lot within the next thirty minutes. Anything he says or the way he may act - it's because he's going through all that pain in thirty minutes instead of it lasting a week." Suddenly, I'm even more nervous. I grab his hand and he smiles reassuringly.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Kyla asks him, he nods and she looks concerned.

"Where's Augustus?" I ask, looking around.

She rolls her eyes. "He has better things to do!" She yells loud enough for him to hear.

"Starting the process in three.." Lennox begins and I hold my breath. "Two.." I kiss Dawson. "One.." I pull away and he flips the switch, the machines begin to make a pumping and sucking noise, Kyla closes her eyes and I watch as her blood slowly works it's way down the tube.

"How much blood will she have to give?" I frantically ask.

"Enough until he's better." That's not right, it could kill her or make her ill.

"That could kill her, she can't handle that." I feel Dawson squeeze my hand, I watch as what I'm assuming is my blood move through the second tube.

"I'll be right back." I kiss his forehead and run to the other rooms, I knock on the room that Lennox was sleeping in until Augustus and Kyla came for the blood transfer. Augustus opens the door and I shove it open.

He looks shocked. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask, angry.

He studies me. "Look, you don't get it-" He rolls his eyes.

"No I do, you have to see someone you like swap blood with someone else and especially an ex but that's not the point," I tell him. "She's going to be giving a lot of blood, she needs you. Please put your reasons aside and be there for her." He sighs, going over it.

"She's just going to fall back in love with him and then what? Then I go back to just being a friend." He defends himself.

"No, she's going to realize that you supported her no matter what and she'll remember that." I open the door and hurry back to Dawson, he's already looking sick and he's shaking. His skin has paled and dark rims have begun to brim his eyes.

"You fucking bitch." He stutters, his voice sounding numb from emotion. He glares at me, it slightly stings a bit but I ignore it.

"It's okay." I gently kiss his lips and he lets out a trembling exhale.

I watch as Augustus enters the living room, his eyes land on Kyla who's looking a little weak. The machines seem to be working fast, she looks up at him. "Hey," He kisses her forehead and she looks at me, I turn back to Dawson.

He's already glaring at me. "Can you stop-" He stutters, "-fucking looking at him?" I'm confused but I take his hand anyway, kissing his large palm.

"Shh, I only want you," I reassure him, I can't imagine how hard this is. He begins to cry, my heartbreaks, and I pull his head towards my chest.

"You fucking did this to me." He sobs, that one stung. I look at Lennox and he nods at me. "You fucking came into my life and fucking made me weak-" He cries, his whole body shakes against me and I feel tears brim my eyes.

"It's okay, please. Just stay strong, Dawson baby." I can tell he wants me to touch him but he's getting angry and letting me know it. That's okay, I don't care. I just want him through this.

"Kyla," Augustus shakes Kyla and she opens her eyes, she's looking bad.

"Ten more minutes." I watch as Augustus slits his palm and places it over her mouth. I look at Dawson wishing I could do that for him but that's the reason we're here.

"You fucking freak, what the fuck-" Dawson begins to twist and turn in pain and I cover my mouth to stop the sob that's working its way up my throat. The things he's saying hurts so bad and I know in a way they're true.

The last four minutes is the worst, he begins screaming and wailing. Every time I try to touch him he shoves me away from him, "This is your fucking fault." He cries, sweat rolling down his forehead. "Get away from me, please." He cries, I begin to cry and I can't stay here much longer.

I open the patio doors and shut them behind me. I haven't cried this hard in a long time. My shoulders jerk and I feel like I can't breathe, I hear the porch creek behind me. I turn but before I can scream, large dirty hand clamps over my mouth. I kick everything as they pull me off the porch, I knock over the glass pots that are sitting on the patio.

"You think you could hide from us forever?" A voice snarls in my ear, I scratch and claw, and the farther they drag me the more I cry. I feel my fangs release themselves. I open my mouth and bite down on the man's hand, his blood is foul and bitter.

The moment he removes his hand, I let out a blood-curdling scream. "Shut up, bitch." He pulls his hand back and comes down with so much force that it sends me in the dirt face down. The burning pain causes me to whimper and I try to get to my feet, maybe if I get to my feet then I can try and defend myself.

He sends his foot into my side, it knocks the breath out of me. I cry harder, he shoves me onto the ground and straddles me. "Please," I choke.

"Please-" He mocks, his cold voice silvery and ominous. He brings his fist down and collides it to the side of my face, the pain in my face was already killing me but this causes me to choke up the blood. The throbbing pain, he murmurs a spell and suddenly I grow weak.

I feel awake and I can see but I can't move and I can't defend myself and I can't speak. Suddenly, right as he rips my shirt apart, I hear a loud piercing scream. The man immediately directs his attention to the scream, I taste blood filling my mouth and Kyla comes to me once he disappears.

"Please, god," She picks me up and cries. "Dawson!" She screams, I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. Everything hurts and the man's blood burns my throat.

"Scarlet, baby, what happened?" I hear Dawson crying, how did they get out here so fast? I can't think much, my body grew ridiculously heavy and my eyelids feel like they weigh a ton. "They put a spell on her-" Is the last thing I hear before falling into a deep sleep.