Thicker Than Water

I

This is my redeemer?

I examined the woman on the floor one last time before coming to the conclusion that this woman really was the one that set me free. Without this... woman, I'd be nothing more but a concious corpse. I did not want to know how she did it, and why but what I did know is I am really, really hungry. I am thirsty and whatever wonderland I have found myself in, I'd have to find something—no. Someone to feed on.

Why not this woman?

Crouching down, I held her chin with one hand and inspected her. Bruises, varying from small to large littered her pristine face. Her lower lip had a cut. What has this woman gone through? My fingers slipped to her golden hair, slowly pulling it away and getting myself a great view of her neck. I could feel the blood rushing beneth my fingertips.

Thunder roared behind me and woke me up from my reverie. I didn't even notice that I had slowly inched my face to her neck.

No. This is wrong.

"What are you doing?" It was her mouth that moved. Her eyes were still shut. "Please don't do this."

She was whimpering. Both her hands are on her side and they were clenched. I pulled myself away from the woman and quickly stood up.

"Uh, I'm deeply sorry miss. I haven't got any idea what I was doing."

"Please don't do this." She did not let me finish. The woman started crawling away from me, her blue fearful eyes never leaving mine. Her arms were wrapped around her body and I immidiately knew what she was thinking.

"Please, I'll give you anything—"

"No, no. I am not going to.." I hesitated, wondering if a woman like her would be offended by bluntness. "I was not going to force myself into you."

Her next actions surprised me. Swiftly swinging her leg, she hit me in the shin, and in the shoulder. I groaned as I lifted myself up and tried to shake the shock.

This woman knew how to defend herself.

This made me even more determined to tame her and tell her lies that would hopefully staisfy her curiosity. "Wait, miss."

"Get away from me!" a loud bang resonated in the hallway and only did I notice the small prickling pain on my head.

Bullets aren't dangerous to me. They only bring me a pinprick of pain but since it has been who knows long, it was as hurtful as a gigantic rock hitting my head, yet not fatal. I could not help but feel mad at the woman. I was trying my best to make her understand that I come in peace yet she continues to hammer bullets into my body.

After the last bullet hit my body, I met her gaze and deliberately cracked my stiff joints. Bullets started to pour out of my body, albeit in a slow and agonizing pace. To hell with kindness. One must do something to survive and in my case, I must drink all the blood from her twiglet body.

"Are you finished?"

"What are you!?"

Killing was not new to me. In fact, it was what kept me alive for centuries. If I had to kill to live more years, then I best start with the annoying woman.

Her gun didn't realease anymore ammunitions but that didn't stop her from trying to pull the trigger. A chuckle erupted from my dry throat, freezing her.

"Correct me if I am mistaken, but aren't women not allowed to hold guns?" I spoke to her in an alluring way. I just needed to distract her.

Fear disappeared in her eyes. Instead, anger was now slowly brewing. She threw the gun at me and tried to land her fist into my face, but I quickly managed to hold her wrist with my left hand and wrap my fingers around her neck on the other. She screamed, and screamed. But I didn't let go.

"You know it is—" I started.

"Shut the fuck up! Just do what you gotta do!"

American. She was american, it was evident on her accent. How could she have gotten here?

"Just do it." Her voice was barely a whisper. "And go."

Wait.

"Let me get this clear. You know that I want to suck your blood?" I questioned. How could she have known? Here he thought he has mastered the art of blending in.

"What?" Now she was looking at me, her face ridden with incredulity. "Oh my god." She groaned.

"What?"

"So, you're a crackhead." She whimpered, Trying to break free from my grip.

A crackhead?

"I'm sorry—"

"Just do it! Just get on with it!" Tears were falling off her eyes.

"I'm going to suck your blood—"

"What!? Are you serious?"

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my hold on her, trying to tell her that I was serious. I was serious. I was going to suck every blood out of her veins. Her eyes widened she she saw my fangs slowly descending from my gums.

"Wait, wait, hold on!"

"I'm finished waiting." I retorted, gently leaning my head to the space between her neck and her shoulder.

"I have blood!" She exclaimed.

"I'm aware." The tip of my fangs slid across her skin. Her heartbeat thumped loud and fast and my head was filled with fantasies of ceasing its beating.

Then I descended my fangs.

"I can give you blood! I have blood in the kit—ow!"

Guilt was still an enemy I was trying to fight off. I didn't want to feel guilty for sucking the womans blood when she, as she said, has blood in her kitchen.

I run my tongue over the two red dots to stop its bleeding and immidiately let go of the woman.

"Give it to me."