Full Moon

Sixteen: Chris

The uneasiness and fuzziness flooded over me. My limbs were like clay. So stiff and pained. My head hung and my world was upside down. I forced myself to move but everything was pained and I only noticed one thing: I wasn't bleeding anymore. I didn't feel the warmth of the blood on my side or the dizziness of blood loss. Just the tightness of a stitched of side.

"Wha-?" I uttered softly.

Kaira was carrying up the stairs. Her arms were wrapped around me from behind and she was actually dragging me. My legs bobbed up the stairs and I could hear her grunting with every pull.

"Just relax sweetie," she said, "We're almost there. Let's just get you upstairs." She heaved even more until I stood up.

The blood immediately rushed to my head and colors spotted my vision.

I managed to clear my vision and I saw a the bottom of the stairs was Dean strapped to a chair. Belts confined his arms, legs, and head.

His eyes were red. Red just like an alpha's eyes should be.

"Don't worry," Kaira said, "His body is just healing himself."

"From what?" I asked. She set me at the top of the stairs.

She closed the door to her basement and moved me to the couch. "He just gave you a liter of his blood to save your life," Kaira said. "he needs to produce more blood before we can send him home."

What? Blood?

What? What? What?

"Why did he give me blood?" I said stupidly, "I didn't need blood! Oh my God." I lowered my voice. "This could kill me."

Dean's blood was in me right now and I was freaking the hell out. This could make my condition worse. Like I said, it could kill me.

"You were dying," she explained, "Without it you would have died."

"I might die now!" I wailed, "If the blood...mixes it could kill me."

Kaira looked at me strangely. It was like she didn't understand. "What has happened that you need an alpha's blood?"

I swallowed hard still thinking that Dean's blood was in me.

"When I was little," I explained, "doctors said that I wouldn't be able to walk. My dad, Alaric, said that I was going to walk. Human or werewolf." I swallowed hard. "I was a baby then and believe me I've seen pictures, my legs were in bad shape." I gripped my thighs. "They said I would need a wheel chair by the time I was maybe six. Dad didn't want that, so... while I was still a baby he gave me some of his blood."

She leaned against the table behind her.

"My body accepted his blood and it healed me but," I stopped short.

She crossed her arms for the final time. "But what?"

"It was temporary," I said. "When he stopped giving me his blood I would get dizzy spells and lose feeling in my legs."

"What happened when he died?" Kaira asked.

"We prepared by saving containers of his blood but when that ran out we need a new source. It wasn't easy but..." I stuttered, "but..."

She was patient. More patient than anyone should have been.

"Chris, please you can talk to me," she cooed. It was as if her voice shouldn't have been nice.

Like she was supposed to be demanding or something but her kindness was what kept me talking. But I didn't want to keep talking.

"I ran out of my dad's blood when I was fifteen," I explained. My voice began to crack and my lips formed a pained smile. "We needed a substitute... I needed something to make me better so we took our chances..."

I dragged my knees in and clutched my side. I pushed my finger into to fresh wound under my shirt.

Some blood seeped onto my fingers. I laughed.

"We used Dimitri's blood," I said examining the red iron smelling residue on my fingers.