Torn

Drained

Rosie takes the paper back and folds it before hiding it in her pocket. 'They say regulars are worth more as well... they return. More money for them, and more advantages for us... I really don't want to go back to that thin dirty mattress after all.' Rosie chuckles. I avoid her eyes, staring at my outworn shoes.

'Even if it means to do those tests every day...' Rosie adds as she pulls out her cardigan to reveal a bandage wrapped tightly around her arm. 'I don't have anything against it, after all, it's for our safety and that of our clients, but it's almost every day now... while it used to be once a week. It's draining... Rosie says as she picks at her bandage.

'Yes, I remember... you used to be so scared of needles that you always pushed me in front of you in the line.' I chuckle staring at my old donating scars.
'Even if you do it safely, they would rather be as safe as it can get... and thank god. As those advantages and small room improvements would almost make this life bearable.' Rosie sighs.

I stare from her eyes to her chest where a small, metal cross pendant is reflecting the vague midday sunlight onto me. I hold my hand up sheltering my eyes from the light. Rosie notices my motion and stares at her chest before sticking her pendant into her thin t-shirt.

'It can be a harsh life here, Rosie, look what they do to you.'I mention caressing her back.
A moment of silence falls.
'What is the point of fighting back, they have the power of our lives in their hands.'Rosie mentions with a serious expression, yet her eyes stare at me as if they try to hush me.

I hum and remain silent as Rosie caresses her bruise beside her bandage. She uses her sharp nail to loosen the tape before removing her bandage.
When she bares her arm, I notice four fresh red dots in the crease of her arm, a small bruise around it.
'Ah shit... ' Rosie says as blood escapes her arm.

My throat clogs, and a sting shoots through my mouth, I clench it shut as a familiar sweet, flowery scent makes its way into my nostrils. With a soft hiss, I slam her arm away, Inching away from her.

'Sky? Are you okay?' Rosie asks concerned, caressing my back with her injured arm. Before I know it I jerk her arm towards me, contorting it before I sink my fangs into it.
As soon as my fangs pierce through Rosie's flesh, A shadow looms over me, I glance up to stare into the man's concerned, red glowing eyes, He rests one of his hands on Rosie and one of them on me as he chants 'Somnum', we both blackout.