These New Eyes, My New Life

These New Eyes, My New Life: Chapter 3

**Originally apart of chapter 1

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     The rest of the week, I didn't talk to them, and they didn't talk to me. I felt kind of bad, but whatever. By Monday, I was feeling physically sick, and I had been since Friday. I was a lot paler than I should be, I felt really weak, and my eyes were even purple-er. I also felt nauseous, but tried to ignore that. I knew it had to do with my vampire-ness, and I knew I would have to talk to them.

    On my way to lunch, I had to stop in the bathroom to puke. It was disgusting, and there were streaks of blood in it, and I just knew something was seriously wrong with me. As soon as I'd brushed my teeth with a Wisp I went into the cafeteria and quickly walked to their table.

   "Look, I'm really, honestly sorry about Tuesday. I was really mean, and I had no right to be. But could you please help me? Because I've been really sick for four days now and I keep getting worse and I know it's nothing human and I don’t know what to do," I said. I was on the verge of tears.

    "You need blood. Now," Peter said. I'd never seen him so serious. This must be pretty bad.

    "How can we get it to her?" Mason asked everyone else.

    "I don’t know…. The only thing I can think is to kill something and drink it from there," Grace said.

    "Like a person?" I squeaked. My stomach heaved.

    "Like an animal," Caroline said.

    "Ew," Sophie wrinkled her nose. Everyone ignored her.

    "I don’t want to kill a squirrel!" I said, the tears coming closer.

    "I have my supply still in my car. I haven't had it yet," Cole said.

    "Is it a bunny?" I asked, completely serious.

    He smiled at me. "No."

    "Take her now, Cole. She can't wait any longer," Mason said.

    "Have you gotten sick?" Peter asked me. I unwillingly nodded.

    "S-," Cole muttered. "Come on," and he ushered me out of the cafeteria.

    I followed him out of the front entrance (juniors and seniors were allowed to leave for lunch) and out into the parking lot. We walked a good ways, and then came to a black Corvette.

    "Get inside," he said gently. He opened my door for me and closed it, and then went over and got on the driver side. He took a silver thermos out of the cup holder and handed to me.

    "So, what? I just drink it?" I whispered, staring at it, my eyes wide.

    "Just drink it until you feel better," he said.

     I took it from him, and carefully unscrewed the lid, taking it off. I sniffed the thick red liquid inside, and was surprised. It smelled… sweet. I hesitantly raised the cup to my mouth, and squeezed my eyes shut. I took a dainty sip, and swallowed. It tasted amazing. I drank even more, and deeper. It tasted like… honey, and strawberries, and oddly, Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch. I drank it until the entire cup was drained. And then I screwed the lid back on, placed back in the cup holder, daintily wiped my mouth, and closed my eyes.

    "How do you feel?" Cole asked quietly after a moment.

    "Disgusted," I whispered, my eyes still shut.

    "I understand," he said.

    "I just drank blood."

    "I know."