𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

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Blaire 》

Pained cries are bouncing off the thin walls of the cells. The cold cement leaves an uncanny echo dancing along the long hallway as they have been for the past 2-3 days. I don't even know how long we've been here, but it feels like days. Long and uneventful days. I'm thrilled with uneventful. Uneventful means we're still alive.

That we still have time.

We haven't eaten anything at all. We're both parched, and I'm sure I speak for both of us when I say our throats feel like sandpaper. Seventy-two hours without food and not a single drop of water. I can't imagine how hard it must be for Levi to be deprived of blood. I heard it's harder than living a week in the desert without water.

Now that's torture.

My stomach is glued to my back, I'm sure my cheeks are caved in from starvation. My bladder is so full, I'm on the brink of peeing myself. I'm afraid if I move too fast, I'll actually pee myself.  My worst nightmare right now is catching a glimpse of myself in a mirror. God, it's horrible enough to feel the way I'm feeling right now. I don't want to see how bad it has gotten. I feel kinda shallow thinking like this at a time like that, but it also brings me a sense of normality that I desperately need right now.

Don't even get me started on sleep. My eyelids are heavier than the Grand Canyon itself and yet the idea of doing something so vulnerable such as sleep sounds haunting to me. Who knows where I might wake up, or if I ever will. I'd rather be sleep deprived that die.

My eyes are still glued to the floors, despite how dry they feel, I don't bother blinking as I stare at the mess I made.

The floors are a dull red, a big dried puddle of blood staining the tiles. After the man woke up with his new wound and concussion, he looked around at us before frighteningly stumbling out of here.

All I could offer him was an apologetic look.

Levi glared at him, though.

I wince at the grumble of starvation in my stomach. The sound of these people crying is torture on its own. I don't know what kind of pain they're enduring, and I'm hoping i don't get to find out. I can handle a little hunger. My attention is brought back to Levi when he lets out a frustrated growl. I want to smile to myself, but i don't. It'd be inappropriate during my current captivity. But i do want to because despite everything, I still manage to stay distracted from reality.

So far, he's been my only source of entertainment, and let's just say he's good at keeping me entertained. Just being shirtless is enough to distract me. Although the blood does kinda take from the appeal.

Other than that, he's a great smokeshow.

No, he hasn't stripped for me.

Yet.

I'm still working on it.

But after that stunt with the gaurd, things have been a little quiet between us. Me because i can't really get past the fact that i killed multiple somebodies and drank human blood—and enjoyed it.

Him because he's just not a yapper like me.

I know he's been pondering the whole time we have been here. His last words linger in my mind. With all the shit going on, I haven't had a chance to fully understand what I am and what I'm capable of. One second, I'm burning people, then I'm melting metal, and then my clothes are burned right off. The fire and the glowing and floating, too. I have no idea what else I can do, and I'm not sure if I should be happy about it or not.

Not that the circumstances needed it very much, but I'm starting to really want a proper article of clothes to cover me. With all the fighting, being exposed like that makes me feel all too vulnerable and not at all a threat to them as much as they're a threat to me.