FANG POV
I groaned when I woke up.
My head was aching.
I looked at my clock and saw the date.
November 14th . 7 am . 54°
The bathroom called me and I threw up blood in the toilet like a pregnant woman.
I've been asleep for 2 weeks...
This is way longer than the two weeks Buffy had said.
My body dragged out of the bathroom and I felt a wave of hunger hit me.
I opened my refrigerator to a blood bag that smelled like heaven.
My hands snatched it up faster than my brain could process. I sunk my teeth into it, my fangs. I let out a moan at the refreshing taste.
I didn't even know that I had those..
I heard a soft chuckle from behind me.
My body turned around with it still in my mouth.
My murderer was standing there.
My eyes trailed up his slender body. His tired eyes, dreads pulled back, and no shirt.
I know he explained everything is heightened when you turn.
I guess.. my slight attraction has fully bloomed.
He stared me down until I looked away. I don't like that he just reads me.
"how's it taste."
I swallowed down the last drops and licked my lips.
Pretty sure he got my answer.
I mumbled quietly, "any other urges you plan to satisfy?"
He walked away, "i heard that."
I felt my face get hot and my stomach turn.
I feel like I'm not in control of my feelings because when have I ever flirted with a pretty face nigga.
Who also killed me.
I don't know which is winning.
The attraction or the fear.
I rushed to get to my phone. It's only actually sinking in that I've been asleep 2 weeks now.
20+ Messages from Sabrina
10+ Messages from Birth Giver
90+ Calls from Dickeater Manager
I called Sabrina.
She rushed out, "nigga is you cool?"
I laughed which turned into a cough, "yeah I'm okay. I just got sick and had my olddddd roomate here."
He side eyed me and started heading toward the bathroom.
She hummed, "mhm yeah, i met his ass when i went over there. you sure that was just yo roomate."
I looked out of my bedroom door, he was sitting on the couch watching that awful show.
I turned around and rolled my eyes, "yeah, just an old roomate."
She spoke, "okay so you're feeling back to life to come to work?"
I honestly didn't want to but, how else was I going to pay for this place, "yeah, i'll be in for 9 maybe 10 ish."
"okay, i'm gonna come pick you up around 9:15."
Buffy opened my door and I made eye contact. Before I really knew it he was inches away from me with his phone in my hand, "he'll call you back Sabrina."
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General Fiction(n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality This is a lgbtq+ short stories smut book. It's also only going to be POC in this book, but enjoy! Request will be accepted.
