Fang Junkie

2. A look in the past

2                   A look in the past

"I love you." He whispered against my neck. He'd been keeping me holed up in this apartment for an eternity, and I liked it more than I should have. Despite everything about him being cold, his breath was warm on my skin. His teeth were warm in my skin. I sighed happily and fell into his touch. My eyes closed without even a tiny bit of protest. His hands caressed my arms; fingers gently trailing down my shoulders, making a path to my hands and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

A trickle of warm blood escaped one of the bite wounds. He detached his lips from my skin, only to find and trace the drip of blood with his tongue. A moan escaped me, but I was experiencing a high so amazing, I couldn't feel the shame that should be possessing me because of my actions.

"Never leave me." He whispered, pulling back. I whimpered, grabbing onto his head and pulling him closer. He placed his lips over the wound, where the blood was easily flowing, and sucked once, twice, then stopped. He pulled back, looked me in the eye and licked his lips. Then he smiled, his eyes were their calm grey colour, while his lips were blood red. It almost looked natural.

"Careful, darling. I wouldn't want to drink too much. Your body doesn't make new blood this fast." He murmured, but he was hungry for more, I could see it in his eyes. No, not hungry. He just wanted it. And so did I. He gently slid me off his lap. I fell onto the couch with no control over my body whatsoever. My head lolled to the side and a delighted, child-like smile played on my lips.

The light room, which shouldn't have been light to begin with, changed to a darker colour. It was as if someone had just turned off the lights or closed the curtains, but when I looked outside, I could see that it had nothing to do with a person's actions. The sun had disappeared down the skyline in a matter of seconds.

With the moon making its appearance, I regained my strength. The haze that usually occupied my mind and body much longer, was instantly gone. I stood up. A blood red, skin-tight dress covered my body, one of the straps hung of my shoulder. It looked like I wasn't even wearing fabric, but like it was painted on my skin with blood. My blonde hair fell into an old fashioned, curly way down my left shoulder.

Mirrors that weren't there before surrounded me. In fact, there was not a single centimetre of the room that wasn't covered with a mirror. I stared at myself; I had no other choice. My reflection showed I was skinnier than ever. My skin was so pale, it was nearly white. My lips were painted in the same colour as the dress, which I couldn't remember I put on.

One mirror separated from the rest, and came closer, until I could see myself in close-up. My eyes were ten shades lighter than they were supposed to be. They were lighter than the bluish, black skin that surrounded them. Every bone in my body was visible. It was a disgusting sight, making me close my eyes.

When I opened them again, I was back on the couch, wearing one of his comfy shirts. My phone just kept ringing. It had been for days, and to say it was getting on my nerves, would be an understatement. But even though the irritation was building under my skin, I couldn't find it in me to even twitch towards the damn thing.

"I missed you." A familiar voice filled the apartment. My eyes glazed over, the phone was long forgotten as I stared at him through half lidded eyes and with parted lips. He was standing in the dark, but I'd recognize him anywhere. "Did you miss me?" He asked, taking slow and careful steps towards my figure.

"You have no idea." I murmured, longing for my next high. It took too long. A sharp sting shot through my abdomen and my head started to throb. When he stepped closer, into the light, my hunger ebbed away, and I was left confused. Something about him was different today. His skin had more colour and he was wearing his old jeans and shirt instead of his more formal clothing. I smiled at the memories it brought to my mind.