𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

III | IV

TRIGGER WARNING!!
-gore
-blood

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CHAPTER — four
part three

WHEN YOU regain consciousness, you're in your room. You start whining as soon as you're conscious enough to feel the painful bartering in your head and immediately bring your hands to your forehead in an attempt to soothe the pain. Obviously, it has no effect.

You check the time on the clock, it's around 3pm. It's too early to be up.

You wonder what could be causing those headaches. Is it the hazing ? Or the biting ? You don't know, you can't think properly like this. Your throat feels dry but don't have the courage to stand up to go get yourself some water in the bathroom. Each movement, as subtly as they might be, feels as if your head in being smashed in two. So you stay like this, for God knows how long until you fall asleep—or faint from the exhaustion (you think it's most likely to be the latter).

Only one feeling subsides. Thirst.

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You're thirsty. So thirsty it feels as if you might die if you don't immediately get a liquid down your throat. You don't recognize your surroundings. You're in a room, it's dark. You've probably never been there before. There's this ridiculously sweet smell hanging in the air of the room, but you can't quite locate it, it's like it's everywhere—it makes your senses go awry and your thirst all the more intense.

You notice a bottle of wine on a table. You immediately take it and force it open with a strength you didn't even know you had. Just as you're about to let the liquid slide down your scorching throat, you hear;

"That won't work baby." Father Fushiguro coos from where he is sitting on a couch. There's a man next to him, he's not moving.

But you're so thirsty—or hungry or both, you don't know.

You start drinking it anyway, and you barely notice how it doesn't even taste like wine, but instead has a coppery taste. In any case, it doesn't even work, you finished the bottle and you're still as thirsty, if not more. You cough loudly.

That's when you notice that the delicious scent that's pungent in the room comes from the man next to Father Fushiguro. You freeze, your entire body on edge.

"I have exactly what my baby needs. Come here." He beckons you with a crooked finger. You eyes zero on the lifeless body next to him. You think he might be dead, judging by the hollowness of his eyes and the big wound on his chest. He's bleeding. So much. You can't see well but it has to be blood. Your brain immediately panics seeing all of that wasted blood seeping on the material of his shirt. You're fighting with yourself to not immediately jump on the man and lap, suck and swallow all of that delicious smelling blood.

Oh god. You think you might be drooling.

You're trembling, and you swallow your saliva, a last desperate attempt to soothe the dryness of your throat, and quell the unrelenting hunger in your stomach. The world seems to be spinning around you, and even with your blurry vision, you can clearly see Father Fushiguro grinning.

"It's so hard to resist isn't it darling ?" He coos a few strands of his hair falling on his face, making his grin look all the more twisted. "You don't have to baby. You can let go."