Love bound by blood

•𝒮𝓌ℯℯ𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹•

"Jo, I'm not leaving. Surely not under these circumstances. You obviously need me. Did you look at yourself in the mirror?" he laughed and came closer to me. "You look terrible," he joked. I knew he wanted to ease to my heart, but it wasn't the right time.
      I put my hands on his chest to stop him from coming any nearer.

"I can't hold it Jamie. Just go away or I will do something I don't want to. It hurts and it will more if you don't leave."

"Jey, stop pushing me away. I know it's hard right now, but I want to help you," he caught my hands and put them down so he could hug me again. This time I didn't manage it. I felt that stinging pain in my gums again.

"I'm sorry Jamie," I said, not letting my sight leave his neck. "I have to. I can't stop it. I'm so so hungry."

"Wait, G. What? Don't," he pleaded, but I wasn't paying an attention on what he was saying anymore. There was just blood. I placed one of my hands on his shoulder and the other inclined his head to the side, so I could get to his neck. I shoved my dull teeth in. I was sucking his blood in, gormandizing with some kind of aggression and with every sip I wanted more.
      I ignored James's pleadings and his scream. There existed only this moment and my teeth, which the second I tasted his blood, pruned its way out as fangs and was buried in his carotid artery.
      Soon enough his body got weak and he couldn't stand on his foot, so I held him tighter. I was sucking until there wasn't any drop of blood in him and loose my grip on his body. As soon as I did that, his body fell to the ground.
      I looked down at my clothes. I was covered in blood. James was lying down on the ground dead. My fingers reached up to touch my lips. When I looked at them, they were covered in blood either. I bit James. I kneeled next to him and shook with him frantically.

"James," I whispered. "James, wake up. Wake up," I shook with him. "Wake up, James, wake up!!! You're not dead!!!" I yelled and cried.

I could barely see through my tears. Everything was blur. I laid my head on his chest and cried, because I didn't know what else to do in that current moment.
      Suddenly all of it came in. I had killed him. Why hadn't I realized I had been sucking his life out of him? I hadn't been able to think straight in that surge of hunger and desire for blood. Nevertheless, it didn't matter anymore, because I had killed him. I had killed James.

"What should I do now? What?" I thought for myself. I had to do something. Before anyone would notice. Before anyone would appear there and see me covered in blood over a dead body. They would hardly believe me that I hadn't killed him.

The only thing that came to my mind was to call Damon. But then I figured this all was his fault. If he hadn't fed me his blood, I wouldn't have to be a vampire. James would still be alive and I wouldn't have to crave for blood.
I wouldn't become a monster full of need to kill. I wouldn't become a predator. He had done it. He had created this. It was only his doing.

I was so furious with him that I wasn't able to call him. I wouldn't be able to talk to him.
I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't even want to see him.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Stefan's number. My hand was shaking, when I placed the phone to my ear. I put thoughts about Damon aside. I didn't need to be distracted more.

"Georgie?" his voice echoed through the speaker.

"Stefan?" I whined.

"Georgie, did something happen?" he asked worried.

"I think I killed someone. He – he's not breathing. I didn't want to do this," I stuttered between sobs.

"What are you talking about Georgie? Where are you?"