Biting Back (Completed)

There's never a choice in this shit show of life

I passed out from the pain. I woke up to a screaming desire comimg from within me... a desire to... eat. Damn, I've never been this hungry before. I'm not in pain anymore, thankfully. I don't even have a headache by some miracle. I just have this desire. I'm fucking starving man. I haven't eating in so fucking long. Wait... where the fuck am I now. I looked around the cryptic toom. Am I dead? Is this hell. It's pretty cozy for being the end of an eternal doom. I mean it has a nice bed, a couch, vanity with no mirror? What the hell is this place. There's no TV though. This is definitely a personal hell. I think I'm going to like this place.

I tried to get out but the only door was locked. I grew increasingly annoyed as my hunger dominated my thoughts. I just wanted a nice meal. It was all that I could think about. Maybe a burger with some fries and side of human. Then pair that with some nice fresh wine made from human, human blood. Sounds delicous at the moment. Just imagine a freshly squeezed orange, but the orange is a 40 year old man and it's his blood dripping out as the life of him drains out of him. What the fuck has gotten into me. I don't want to squeeze a 40 year old man, unless it's a different kind of situation where I'm not squeezing him to death for a few drops of blood.

I layed in bed staring up at the moldy rock ceiling counting the drops of water dripping down from the crack that forms from the middle of the ceiling and connects to the walls. I'm at 74 drops. 75, 76, 78- "I hope you're hungry." I heard a voice say besides me. I looked to the door way and saw sparkle bitch standing there grinning. Ew, he looks happy. I sat up and gave him a face of disgust and annoyance. He didn't get the memo and laughed at me. "What the fuck are you laughing at. You have no right to be laughing right now." I said irritated. He walked out and left the door open. I followed close behind him hoping he had left another door open for me to escape and get that burger I've been craving. "Ah, shit! What the fuck is that!" I shouted as I saw a massive rat on steraroids. Who knew a rat could be so muscled. What is this place anyways, looks like a fucking sewer, smells like one too. I was distracted by the hunky rat and lost sight of Erick. I ran for it and got a little lost in the tunnel system of the place. We're in the fucking sewers. It's confirmed. What the flippity fuckety is up with this man. I finally found Erick, unfortunately. He was in another room he had in the sewers of all places. I noticed I could reconize some of the furniture. It was his old couch from the apartment he had been living in, oh and the fucking TV! Hallelujah. At least there's some entertainment.

As I walked further into the room I noticed there was a girl laying on the couch. Erick stood there and pointed me to her. "Take a bite." He said as I walked towards the girl. She was unconscious. "What the hell is wrong with you.-" I said before I got distracted by her pulse. Beating ever so slightly. I could hear her heartbeat and the blood flowing through her. I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to do it... but my hunger was in control. I bit down on her shoulder and drained every drop of blood I could. If I'm going to do it, I at least can do it efficiently. I could no longer hear her heartbeating and I fell back in shock. What have I done. I'm disgusting. I looked at the girl and back up at Erick who was staring at me.
"You'll get used to it. She might last you about a day. I'll get you another one tomorrow." He said calmly and walked out into the sewers again.
I looked at the lifeless girl laying on the couch. I couldn't feel the right amount of empathy for a situation like this. What the fuck is wrong with me. What the fuck Angela, that's really fucked up. This hell just got a lot more personal.

I ran to find Erick and found him after running a marathon through the tunnel system. I found two more rooms before I finally ended up finding Erick sitting by a desk in a library. This place really has everything, even the fucking bodybuilding rats.
He jumped up when he saw me and threw a picture back on the desk that he had been holding and looking closely at. I walked over to him and looked at the picture. It was that girl again, the one who went missing a few years back. "Who's this?" I asked him. "No one..." He anwsered. "I know I'm dumb and all, but I can still tell she's not not just no one to you." I anwsered him back as I anylized the portrait of the girl. "My wife... or she used to be, before she died in a fire." He said heartbroken. "So that's why you are what you are. You know the whole serial killing sparkle ratty bitch asshole persona." I asked him. "Excuse me? Sparkle asshole rat-? What the hell are you talking about, and yes. She was what really began this." He anwsered back confused and seemingly a bit annoyed with me. "Boo hoo, poor little rat ass lost his little love and became a serial killer and killed my best friend and also almost fucking killed me unannounced." I said back mocking him. He stood up towering over me menacingly. He pushed me back and I fell back on a couch behind me that I hadn't noticed. "I'll tell you that this was no choice of mine. I never wanted this life, or lack there of. I was dying, hell, I was already dead. I was nothing without her..." -"I became a drunk. Wandered the streets half dead. I called over me death and evil. I would have been glad to join my wife, but I couldn't." He said angrily. "Still no excuse. All I see is a walking disaster that turned deadly." I said back as I looked him up and down disappointed. He ignored me and kept talking about his past. "I was black out drunk sitting in an ally. I was barley conscious as a hand reached down and helped me up. It was a beautiful lady. She seemed like she was in the wrong part of town. Her clothes were rich and lavish, unlike me in my old dirty torn up shirt and pants. My shoes had deteriorate into almost nothing. Why would she offer me her hand." He finished saying before I interrupted him. "Because she pitied your ugly ass, obviously." I said as he looked up at me annoyed. "Maybe, but I think she saw more of an opportunity then anything. She offered me a life for a life. I didn't understand what she was meant and thought she was kidding, so I just laughed at her. Then when I looked back at her, I'll never forget it, her face turned into this monster. Her teeth were long and sharp. Her eyes formed this blood shut red color. She bit into me and I could feel her venom flow though my veins. It was like rusted needles stabbing me through out as I could feel the last drip of life flowing out of me, leaving me cold and alone on the dark street. I never saw her again, but I remember very clearly to this day. I had to figure things out on my own. My first kill was an accident. I went with instinct and killed her. I didn't mean to do it." He finished saying with teary eyes. I looked at him disturbed and confused. I knew what he was saying but at the same time there was just elevator music playing in my head as I lacked the braincells to comprehend what he just said. "Do you believe in fairytales. Do you believe in the supernatural?..." He said making eye contact with me. I stared at him confused and thoughtless. I could really do with another burger right now- "Angela, this is your proof to believe." -"Why are you always making such weird faces. It's no wonder I can't read you if there's nothing to read but that raised eyebrow and gaping mouth." He said sarcastically. "Are you doing drugs? Is this hell? Did you hit your head as a child? Am I dreaming? Whatever it is I don't want to take part in this role play of yours." I said back as I stood up. I walked to the door but it shut quickly with a loud bang. "You could have broken my fucking nose!" I shouted in shock. I tried to open the door but it was glued shut. I janked on it for a while but gave up after I tried kicking it down. It didn't budge. I looked back at the desk and Erick was gone. He has to stop this stupid disappearing act. It was okay the first few time but now this is just some bullshit. "Do you believe it now?" I heard him whisper in my ear. I took a few turns to look to see where he was. I started getting paranoid as i was alone locked in this stupid looking old library. "Erick, you little shit stop it." I shouted out scared. He sat down on the chair by the desk and looked at me like he hadn't just done that shit. I looked back at him angry. "You know. My life is shit too. I lost my fucking dad in a car crash. I had to watch him in that fucking hospital bed in a coma. He was practically dead already, but my mother wanted to keep him longer to fucking suffer. I had to watch my father rot away in that bed for months. Fucking 6 tiring months he suffered, unable to move or speak. I lost my mother too. She found a new man and decided I wasn't good enough of a daughter for her new family. I didn't become a fucking serial killer because of it. It didn't even cross my fucking mind to do so." I shouted at him as I started crying. "There is no choice in killing. What about that girl you just drained of blood. You think that was a choice you made?!" -"I saved you Angela! I gave you a new life. I gave you a chance to make up for for what you had lost!" He yelled back. I stood still. I kept contact with his eyes as I could see the ruby red color fuse with the crystal blue in his eyes. "I never asked to be saved. I never wanted a new life. I just wanted fix mine..." I said as a wave of tears fell down my face.