The OUTCASTS- The Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 25

It wasn't long after sunset when we heard growls and scratches downstairs. George of course being him, watched me like a hawk. Any time I would scratch my nose or even stretch my neck his head would shoot up.

He got into a position to pounce if something happened.

We continued our homework and finished by 9pm.

We ate some pizza and decided to watch a movie. We browsed a bit on the movie platform before we got a movie that interested us both. We settled for Star Wars. I got the big couch and George sat in one of the armchairs, his head leaning against the back support. I got a sniff of the air as I took a sip of my soda. He smelled weird; it was a smell I never really smelled before. Frowning at him, I tried to figure out what it was. His brows furrowed and he looked at me out of the corners of his eyes, only to turn his head.

"What?" he asked confused.

"What's wrong with you?" I was still frowning at him.

"Uh... Nothing?" he lifted his one eyebrow.

I gave him a once over, sniffing the air again. "Why are you being weird?" his confusion turned into worry.

"Something is off," I sat a bit more upright.

"You obviously need more soda," he said, getting up and taking my glass. That was when I saw his eyes. They were darker, not like the grey blue I was all to used too but they were a dark blue now. His skin was paler too. I grabbed his arm as he took my glass. He was cold, ice cold. "Anne?" He asked worried now. And like gears sliding into place, it finally came to me "You're hungry!" I exclaimed.

"We already ate," he pointed out.

"Not for food dumb ass," I let go of his arm and he didn't say anything.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I crossed my arms. "Because, well I didnt want it to be your problem, which it isnt, He added quickly.

I shot him a look, Next time make it my problem, youre my best friend, which means that if youre on the brink of starvation I do something about it,

He had this look on his face, one that basically said that I was making a big deal out of nothing.

Do you have blood with you? I asked standing up. He hesitated and nodded. Good, get it, I ordered. You know Im very tempted to ask for what, but I already know the answer to that. Well, that and Im trying to keep you calm, he said as he rummaged through his bag, he pulled out a small cooler bag and opened it to reveal two blood bags.

So, you do drink out of blood bags, I mused. Yeah, the bottles are just sort of a curtesy, he said zipping the cooler closed after taking one of the blood bags.

I held out my hand for the bag, again he hesitated, but gave in after considering his options. George followed me to the kitchen, watching as I neatly tucked the cooler in the small top shelf that we mainly used for bottled things like pickles and mayo.

Wouldnt your parents-

They wont, I said before he could finish his thought. Okay then. Where can I have dinner? He smiled holding up the blood bag.

Back porch. If my parents smell blood they would flip now and tomorrow morning, I walked to the back door and flicked on the light.

He went outside and took one of the tubes to his mouth. I smelled iron in the air. It had a disgusting smell to it. I scrunched up my nose, pinching it shut with my fingers.