Vampire sisters part 4

Chapter 4

      Transformation

Zuffy moaned in pain as she rolled in her bed, nauseous and aching all over as her muscles crawled and her skin itched terribly, but Jarenthev had put gloves on her hands so she couldn't scratch herself and cut herself. It annoyed her to death not being able to scratch her itches, and it annoyed her even more that she had gloves on, she hated them with a passion as she tried to pull them off.

"Miss Zuffy, please." Jarenthev muttered, holding her hand, she looked at him, slightly shocked, not many people of her crew hardly approached her, much less touch her so fearlessly. she stared into his green eyes behind his glasses as he gave her a stern look, though it was gentle as he slowly let her go, though his gaze never left hers as he let out a sigh. "I don't want you hurting yourself." he mumbled, pure concern for her in his eyes as he pushed the glasses back up, something that strangely calmed Zuffy in a way, it was such a familiar sight to see, his glasses had always been too big, even when they were little, he was always pushing his glasses up his nose, only for them to fall back down again. She smiled weakly with a soft giggle, something that she rarely did, as she could already see them falling down his face again. he smiled back warmly, knowing that when she giggled she was ok. "It's all going to be ok soon enough." He said softly, his smile slowly growing as he felt her grab his hand again, but he still figured she was probably a bit delirious and frightened from the transformation. She looked up at him with glassy eyes, a faint tinge of fear shown in them as she blinked slowly, her hand tightening around his slightly as she whimpered, a smell hitting her nostrils.

"vampires…." She whined, suddenly sitting up, before getting out of bed, ignoring the aches as she opened a closet for her scimitar, only to find it gone.

"I hid it." Jarenthev said as he suddenly came behind her, gently grabbing her hands. "You're in the middle of transformation and vulnerable… I'm not letting you fight like this." He said with surprising sternness as he slowly pulled her back to the bed, her showing no objection as the transformation had slowed her already surprised mind as she laid back down, letting Jarenthev pull the covers back over her, before sitting back down in the chair he was in. "We have a crew of 400 trained werewolves….they can handle a few vampires." He said quietly as she looked at him with an innocent stare, something she had never even done before, not even as a child. he frowned slightly, knowing how scared she must have been, she knew there was a chance of total disaster happening to her, werewolf dragons were always male and at least 20 when they changed, but  not only was she a girl, she had just turned 15, something that was rare even for normal werewolf boys. "Hey…It's going to be alright." He consoled, gently grabbing her hand again with a securing smile as he pushed his glasses back up with his free hand, making her smile as well and her good eye to brighten a bit, while the other remained emotionless like the black orb it was. He slowly reached over and moved a small bit of hair from her face, making her pull back a bit in surprise, her eyes growing a bit wide, looking like a scared little child as she clutched the blankets a bit. It suddenly struck Jarenthev why she was so scared, her vision was blurring and distorting, something that happened to most of them, he smiled slightly. "It's ok. It's just me." He assured, trying to keep her calm, knowing stress would only make it worse. She made a small whimpering sound as she blinked a few times, her vision clearing a bit.

"it hurts……" she said quietly, her eyes watering a bit from pain, another thing she'd never show, even when her eye was stabbed when she was nine she didn't even sniffle or bite a lip, showing just how scared and in pain she really was. He felt his heart crack, his main objective being keeping her calm and as happy as possible, she was like a sister to him, and it hurt to see her in pain. He suddenly noticed that his face had lingered to hers, making him pull back suddenly in surprise, he knew he was supposed to keep a distance from her and respect her space, but something about her drawn him to her, he had no clue what it was, but it certainly had a hold on him. She tilted her head a bit in slight confusion as she blinked innocently. She seemed so helpless as she lay in the bed, shivering and with a fever, so vulnerable and weak as her muscles crawled and she tried to scratch her relentless itches, but to no avail with the gloves on. She looked back at him, not speaking as she held out a gloved hand, wanting it off as she made a sad face, though it was so innocent at the same time, a face that he found undeniable as he reached for her glove, slowly pulling it off.

"I guess it won't hurt to take them off for a bit…" he mumbled, his eyes gentle as he reached for the other glove, taking it off as well, before suddenly grabbing her hand, pulling out nail clippers and cutting her nails, her showing no objections as she just watched, cluelessness show in her face as he clipped the other hand swiftly, smiling as she scratched herself a bit, enough to satisfy her but not to the point to breaking her skin. She relaxed, turning a bit to her side to where she was facing him as she closed her eyes with a small sigh, the transformation subsiding for a bit as her crawling muscles slowed and a small smile came to her face, enjoying the small reprieve as she yawned slightly, drifting to sleep as she felt his hand hold hers again, his cool and gentle as it squeezed hers reassuringly. "It's all going to be ok." He whispered softly as she faded into the darkness of sleep.