Fighting For My Undead Soul

Chapter 16

Days turned into weeks as a new cycle formed. Wake up, drink, fuck, sometimes sleep, and do it all again the next night. I couldn't believe I had deprived myself of this kind of life for so many years. I had never felt freer. And not only did I love the parties and the drinking, but the house was peaceful. Even with so many people living there, I didn't have someone nagging me about the things I did or the way I felt. I was allowed to just exist in whatever way made sense for me.

I joined the breakfast table as usual, taking my seat next to Valerie. "Good morning," I smiled at her as I grabbed a glass. "Morning," she muttered, not bothering to look at me. I listened to the chatter around the table, not really hearing anything that was being said. The blonde woman from my first night here still sat across the table and I was not any closer to getting her to interact with me. I was okay with that though; I could play the long game. I'm sure I scared her that first night, but I had learned a few things in my weeks here. Especially in the self-control department. Several women around the table sent me flirtatious smiles when they caught my eye, which I returned loosely. I had been careful not to double dip. I wasn't looking to make any emotional connections, if I was even capable of that anymore.

I wasted the day away as usual, taking strolls outside and reading in the library. I didn't really partake in anything social during the day. It was clear to me that I was still an outsider in this house. Which was fine, I would get what I needed from others when the sun goes down. That's really when I came alive. I made my way to my room, following my nightly routine to get ready. I stopped at the bar once downstairs, ordering my typical bloody cocktail. I watched others talk and laugh. For a brief second I felt my heart drop and a sliver of sadness enveloped me. This wasn't the first time these feelings had washed over me. Feelings of loneliness and longing. But like I had been doing, I took a drink and pushed them away.

I lost myself, like usual, in the music and the blood. Piercing blue eyes caught mine from across the room. She didn't look away as I started moving towards her. Her fingers started twirling her blonde hair nervously, but still, she didn't show any other signs of not wanting this. I stopped a few feet away and leaned against a door frame, watching her. I knew the rules and I knew she had removed her consent the last time we were entangled, so it was up to her to make the final move. She lifted her clear drink to her mouth and took the rest of it like a shot. Liquid courage I presume, as she began walking towards me. I maintained my position, intrigue urging me to meet her halfway, but I knew not to make any sudden movements. I was like a cat chasing its prey. I had to remain uninterested and stealthy to close in.

She didn't say anything as she reached me, but she stuck out her hand for me take and I obliged. We walked to an area with a couch and sat down. Even through the blaring music, our silence was deafening. I took the opportunity to drink some more from my glass and waited for her to do or say something. She didn't and after several minutes passed, I was growing bored, and my glass had gone empty. "I'm going to get another," I yelled over the music. I scouted the dance floor as the bartender poured my drink. Surely there was someone around here who wanted to have some fun with me. I glanced back at blondie and realized she was talking to Roman. I scoffed and turned back to the bar to grab my drink. The sly fucker could have her; she wasn't interested in having the kind of night I wanted any way.

I made it to the dance floor, and it didn't take long for a woman to approach me. She wrapped her arms around my neck as our hips grinded together. I leaned my head in, so my lips were next to her ear, "Human?" I asked. She nodded and gave me an inviting smile as she tilted her head, exposing her neck. I wasted no time in running my lips across her dark skin. She leaned into my touch, and I was gentle as I pushed my teeth into her and began sucking. A hand on my shoulder tugged me back and away from her. She looked as confused as I felt as I was turned in the opposite direction.

Blondie stood in front of me, her blue eyes lit up with determination as she pulled me into her body and began to dance. I joined her movements, forgetting the other woman even though her blood was running through me. Blondie watched me intently. I could feel her heartbeat quickening as we moved in sync and her hands were clammy against my neck. I moved my face in closer to hers, ready to move things along. She shivered and her body recoiled slightly. But before I could react, she moved back in and captured my lips with hers. My free hand held onto her hip and I pushed myself closer to her body. She allowed my tongue to slip inside her mouth and I smirked into the kiss. I hadn't expected her to come around, but I was ecstatic that she did. She pulled back and grabbed my hand before leading me away from the dance floor.

I downed the rest of my drink and placed it on a random table as we walked by. I tried to walk up the staircase as we reached it, but she tugged me past it. I followed her like a willing puppy. It didn't matter to me where we did this, I was just ready to do it. We walked up to a door I hadn't noticed before, which opened to a staircase leading down. I didn't even know this place had a basement. We made it to the bottom of the staircase which led to a narrow, dimly lit hall. There were various doors lining the hall, but most were closed. It was the strangest basement I had even seen. The doors looked more industrial than residential, unlike everything else I had seen in the house.

We stopped next to an open door, and I stumbled as she pushed my back into the wall and attacked my lips with hers. My movements were sloppy, but I kissed her back. I didn't realize we had entered the open room until my back hit a different wall. I tried to break the kiss to look around, but she didn't let up. I tried to push her off me, but something poked my neck, and I lost all my strength. She finally took a few steps back and I saw the needle in her hand. I attempted to form some words, but nothing was working right with my body. I realized too late what type of room I was in. No! I wanted to shout as she backed fully out of the room. Please don't do this! But the heavy, industrial door shut, and I dropped to my knees. The room was empty, and the walls were too close. I laid on my side, my knees tucking into my chest. Tears had already started falling from my eyes, and my chest was heaving up and down, but I still couldn't make any noise. She watched me from a small window on the door. I laid there helpless, alone, and stuck in a cell.