Wild Wolves

Chapter 26 -The Sacrifice

Lydia

Warning: This chapter contains suicide that might trigger few readers.

I watched Daniel's body that laid on the ground. His head turned to the side, much away from his shoulder. I might have snapped his neck, it could happen.

I could still taste his irresistible blood in my mouth. Even my teeth stuck with bits of meat especially in between sets of my fangs. I took a slight glance at the bite mark just above Daniel's collar.

The wound was new, fresh and raw. Not to mention my saliva that wet his neck. I didn't sleep for hours and didn't want to. I don't know what to do.

I mean, what will you do when you already killed someone you love?

I slowly crawled my way to him and brought his head to my shoulder. Holding him there. I could still smell his incense- sapphire moonlight and vanilla mixed with charcoal.

I tore some of my clothes along the sleeve and wrapped it around his neck, be careful not to choke him.

Suddenly, a whisper erupted. "Lydia..."

I immediately look at him and his heavy eyes on me. He looked terrified.

Of me.

Good. That's for the best.

If that's the only thing that could keep our distance and most importantly to keep him safe. His weak hands softly brushed my cheek. "You're still alive"

He nodded gently. I could see it was hard for him to breathe or move his neck. That breaks my heart even more.

"You starving," he said. "I couldn't let that happen, you will die-"

"So do you" I snapped.

I wiped the tears off my eyes. "Please," he begged. "Do me a favour".

"Just say it" If it will make things better, I would. "Drink me".

And those words sent a blazing fire to my skin and I burned inside as I am speechless. My worst nightmare comes true.
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My bloodlust woke up. I panting in fear and shock waves coursing through me.
I let go of him and dragged myself away. "Lydia" Daniel called.

I didn't answer. I curled myself up at the corner of the metal room, he already lost too much blood. His temperature was low, he couldn't take it anymore. He will die.

"No" I protest. "Please," he begged. My wounded nails started to work, a huge magnetic attraction surged again. I detected his pulse and the smell of his blood.

Delicious.

With every last drop of strength he had, he crawled slowly over me. I covered my mouth with my hands. His hands slowly reached my wrist and tried to yank my hands from my mouth.

"Stay away from me!" I warned like an almost-growl tone. Daniel didn't say anything, he was too tired to speak.

He slid his legs under my hips, so my butt laid on his lap, his other hand had my back while the other grabbed the back of my head.

I couldn't fight. He bent me over. My curls fell to the floor, his palm still holds my neck that connected to my head. He pulled me closer to him.

He kissed my bloody mouth, tenderly.
Like it was our last kiss like we'll never see each other again. Like this is will be goodbye.

I hated it, I hate this feeling.

He bit my lower lip, let my fangs bit his lip with the hope that I will cut it. He entered his tongue inside my mouth. I couldn't resist his lips either.

I wanted it, so much more...

"I'm yours" he whispered. His face was so close to mine, I could feel his cold breath. He kissed me so badly and I grunted with desire. I moaned while he still tried to distract me.

The strangest thing is, he even rubbed his body against mine so I aroused with lust, sexual desires and erotic feeling.

It feels so good...

Then, he unexpectedly pulled my head to the same spot of his neck.

My mouth smashed to his neck and I unwillingly drank him. It tasted so good that I don't want to let him go. Unnoticed, my arms tightened a grip on him.
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"Brother," Daniel called. "Why did you do this?" His voice was full of disappointment as he looked up at his brother tomb. White roses beautifully placed on the tombstone.

"He made his choice," Collin said as he tapped on his son's shoulder. "What the hell he was thinking? Leaving me?" He asked again. "He killed himself".

"There's nothing we could do Daniel, he's gone," Anna said. "Just like that? Why everybody didn't even wonder why he committed suicide?! Why does anyone ever care?! There must be a reason!".

"Buddy, we never know why. You know David always keep it to himself" Collin said. "And you never want to find out!" Daniel yelled.

"Both of you knew that something is wrong, David never does something like this. And you never give a damn!".

"Language, Daniel" Collin warned.

"Whatever" He snapped defensively and walked away in despair. He was wounded, totally wounded.

His brother was his world, his idol. They played baseball and grew together. They were pretty close and good at keeping boys' secrets. Talking about sex and girlfriends and guy stuff.

They have always been like that, they never fight before. David was a good older brother- he taught him, protect him and care for him much more than their busy parents.

One day, he got a call from a hospital. Saying his brother died committed suicide, they burned the rope that David used to hang himself.

He couldn't look at the rope that his brother used to hang himself, he had a critical trauma.

He went to see Dr Austen every Sunday, every week. His psychiatrist used to have sessions with him and wrote down a medical prescription.

Daniel does take the pills to help him sleep. He consumed three different medications and one of them was for depression. He having these nightmares about failed to save his brother.

And his parents worried he might have schizophrenia because of the pressure he have. He writes a diary every day like he was talking to his brother.

He was finding human connection, forgiveness and personal redemption. That's the only thing that keeps him going, to have faith that he might find someone to love for.

And that person was me.

I was a new life for him, another miracle. Something interesting besides learning in ancient school. I gave him hope and warmth that he never felt for a long time.

And I saw him always got slapped with Collin every damn time he brought up the subject of the reason his brother died.

Despite that, he enjoyed sneaking into the girl's dorm. Find me in bed and kissed me on the lip like prince kissed Snow White. He did that almost every night when he couldn't sleep.

He threw away the pills because he knew he was better off without them. He found what he needs, what he's searching for.

Me. I was his special girl.

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