Blood Sins

Blood Lust

Juno's POV:

*Bam*

My mother flings my door wide open, waking me with a start. "What the fuck mom?!"

"Why the hell did I just get a call from the school saying that you've missed several days??!"

"I haven't felt very good lately so I stayed home for a little while, what's the big deal?"

"You're a little fucking liar, you're full of shit and you're going to school today!!"

She then slams my door as hard as she can, I let out a loud groan and flop back down onto my bed. I get up a few minutes later to go pee, that's when I notice the hickey on my neck. ~What the fuck Andy!!~ I grab my concealer and cover it to the best of my ability. I mope back out into my bedroom as I think about last night's events. I feel a strange feeling stir in my stomach as I remember how Andy's lips brushed against my skin. I push the thoughts away and check my phone.

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Andy: Hey I'm really sorry about last night, I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable):

I sigh and turn my phone off, I can't deal with that right now. I throw on my BMTH hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans then I walk outside and wait for the bus. The school day goes by painfully slow and I feel as though it'll never end. ~At least it's Friday~ I remind myself in hopes of bringing myself some relief. During my last class I decided to take a bathroom break, however I instantly regret it. Once I enter the bathroom I'm faced with two of the school's most popular girls and they are both giving me dirty looks. I attempt to ignore them but it's no use. As I turn to walk past them they stand in front of me blocking my way.

"Ew what the fuck are you supposed to be??" one of the girls spats out.

"Emo fucking freak." the other one joins. She grabs my arm and points at my scars. "Oh sweetie don't you know, it's sideways for attention and longways for results. I mean honestly you're pathetic, if I were you I would've killed myself ages ago." They both laugh and shove me out of the way before leaving the room. I run into one of the stalls and begin to sob, thoughts of relapsing surge through my mind. Finally the school day ends and I'm able to get back home. I drag myself up the stairs and flop onto my bed. I begin to fantasize about suicide as I drift off into sleep. By the time I wake up it's somehow already 6 pm the next night. ~How the hell did I sleep for that long!!~ I see that I have several more messages from Andy however I still choose to ignore them. I decide to watch some Shameless in an attempt to keep my mind off of everything. A few hours have gone by when suddenly my mother decides to drunkenly stumble into my room, she instantly begins screaming at me about random bullshit that isn't really coherent. She ends her scolding by telling me she's going out to a bar with some random guy and that she probably wouldn't be back until morning. With that she stumbles back out of my room and shuffles through the front door. ~I hope she crashes her fucking car.~ I get up and slam my door shut. That was my last straw, everything from the last few weeks had built up and I needed a release. I walk across my room and retrieve my blades, I take them out of their container and sit down on my bed. I slide off my pants so that I'm sitting in my underwear and my legs are exposed. I begin cutting deep lines down my thigh overtop of my scars from the previous times I had done this. I repeat this motion over and over and over again until blood is streaming down the side of my leg. Tears build up in my vision and I begin to sob while I mutilate myself. ~I can't do this anymore, it's all getting to be too much.~ right as I begin to contemplate ending myself I hear my door swing open. "Hey, the front door was unlocked so I decided to let myself in. I hope that's okay." Andy says as he enters my doorway. I freeze in horror realizing I'm not wearing pants and I'm covered in deep wounds. "Andy, get out!!" I exclaim. He stands there for a moment in shock, not quite grasping what's going on. His eyes scan down my body and stop at the blood leaking from my thigh, his fangs instantly slide out and look in his eyes turns feral. He races over and gets down on his knees in front of me. His hands grip the sides of my legs tightly as he leans down and runs his tongue up the side of my thigh consuming all of my blood that had pooled there. This time I'm not able to stop myself from letting out a shocked moan. He continues to lick higher up my thigh cleaning every last drop that he can gather from my sliced skin. He tightens his grip on me and his fingernails begin to dig into my flesh. He sucks on one of my open cuts causing me to cry out from the weird sensation. I can tell that he's doing everything in his power to keep his fangs from piercing my skin. He consumes as much blood from them as he can before they begin to clot and dry up. He pulls away with a look of desperation on his face, clearly wanting more. He keeps his grip on my leg even after he's pulled his face away from me. I stare at his fangs and wonder how badly they would hurt. I shiver at the thought. Finally his eyes meet mine, causing him to pull away.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" There's a hint of concern in his voice but he sounds more aggravated than anything.

"I-I don't know..i-it helps me."

"Helps you with what?!" he sounds very on edge and I can tell he's struggling to restrain himself.

"It helps with the pain I guess, it's a coping mechanism. You of all people should know that." He closes his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. I glance down and see that I now have deep fingernail shaped marks pierced into my skin. I trace my finger over them slowly. I suddenly feel anger begin to rise up in my chest, ~You're a fucking hypocrite, don't act like you haven't been cutting yourself for years!!~ I want to scream in his face, however the fear pooling in my stomach moves me to say "I'm sorry..." ~Why am I apologizing??~ He opens his eyes and turns to face me once more.

"Where the fuck have you been?! You haven't been answering me?!"

"I don't know Andy, to be honest I've been a little scared to contact you..." His looks me in the eyes as he walks over to me. I scoot back a little, I've never seen this kind of anger in him before. He reaches forward and places his hand on my jaw, moving my head so that my neck is exposed to him. He brushes my hair out of the way and runs his thumb over the hickey he left behind a few days prior. His eyes linger on my neck for a moment longer than they probably should've. "Fuck" he mutters before sitting down on the bed next to me. He turns and picks me up as if I weigh nothing before placing me so that I'm straddling his lap while facing him. "Andy what the fuck are you doing??" I attempt to stand up but he pulls me back into place.

"Please let me feed off you, I can't fucking take this!"

"What? No! Andy, what if you kill me like you killed that girl??!" He grabs my wrist and places it against his lips.

"I won't, I promise...please." his voice was laced with desperation.

"I-is it going to hurt??" I ask in a small voice, I feel myself beginning to give in.

"Probably...but I'll try my best to be gentle." I think for a minute, feeling the thoughts swirling around in my head. Before I know it I'm slowly nodding my head giving him the okay. I can feel my heart drop to my stomach as the fear spreads through me. He presses his mouth back to my wrist and he leaves a few soft kisses over my vein in an attempt to comfort me before he slowly sinks his fangs into my soft skin. I cry out in agony, it was unlike any pain I had ever felt before. I lay my body against his and I grab onto his shirt trying to ease the pain. Once he pushes his fangs in as deep as they can go he begins to drink. A low moan erupts from his chest as he feeds from my body. My heart is pounding in my ears, I feel like an animal that's being hunted by a predator. I cling to him tightly just praying the pain will stop soon. Within a few moments he releases my wrist, and I sigh in relief. But just when I think it's over, he wraps his hand around my throat using it to expose my neck once more. "Andy, what are you doing?" but he ignore me and I feel his fangs instantly slide into my neck causing me to wince and scream out. He slides his free hand around my waist to hold me still. I squirm uncomfortably in an attempt to get away from him but as I do I feel how hard he is beneath me. I feel a strange feeling in my stomach and my skin instantly heats up. ~Is he turned on by this?!~ After what feels like an eternity he eventually releases his fangs from my throat. I feel myself stifle a moan as he runs his tongue along my neck to clean the excess blood leaking from my wound. When I finally open my eyes to face him I see a drop of my blood still hanging from his fang along with some excess blood that's dripping down his chin. He holds eye contact with me for a minute before picking me up and setting me down on the bed. He licks what blood he can from his lips before walking to the bathroom to rinse his face off. I look down and turn bright red when I remember I'm still not wearing pants. I grab my shorts and throw them on as quickly as I can before he reenters the room.

"Can I stay tonight?" he asks, still partially dazed from his blood lust. I can tell he hasn't fully comprehended what just happened. But to be fair, neither have I.

"Y-yeah" I manage to choke out. I turn off the light and he crawls into bed next to me. Once again he pulls me back into him wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. He moves the hair out of my face and kisses the top of my neck gently.

"You did so good for me." he praises.

I chew on my lip as I feel that strange feeling come up into my stomach again. I do my best to push it off. ~This whole bloodlust thing really changes his personality.~ I begin to feel lightheaded from the blood loss so I decide to close my eyes as I drift into sleep.