Blood Thirst

An Artist's View

*Kacey P.O.V.*
I run into the art studio, grab a canvas and quickly set it up on my stand. Now for the writing utensil. Should I use Pencil? Paint? Chalk? So many options to choose from. Ah, I know! pastels! I speed walk to the back of the classroom and open the top cupboard to gain access to the chalky pastels. Now I wait.. I must admit I am pretty stoked about Layla volunteering to be my naked model. She seems like a nice girl. Pretty too. Too bad my mother doesn't like any of my girlfriends. Not that Layla is my girlfriend or anything but Yea.. My stomach rumbels, shit im starving. I run to my book bag and take out my water bottle, this should hold me off for a while. The sweet metallic bitter blood is satisfying to my hunger. I conitnue drinking until all of the thick  crimson red substance is no more. The door then creaks open and I turn my head to see Layla slowly walk in. I quickly place the water bottle in my bag. "Heyy" I say with a smile, she smiles back "Hey." She starts walking forward to me "So what do I do now?" Gosh she gorgeous. "Change out of your clothes and put this on" I say while handing her a silk white robe. She takes the robe from my hand ever so gently then she looks at me "Uh.." Her eyes are this beautiful shade of light brown and her curly hair is pulled up into a beautiful messy bun that fits her so perfectly. We stare at each other in silence. She interrupts the quiet air "Where do I change?" I point behind her "You will change there behind the curtain." The Art Studio has a dressing room for the models. It is a small circular shaped space in the front of the classroom that is surrounded by a purple velvet curtain. She begins walking over to the dressing area. She opens the curtains then slowly closes them off. While she undresses, I grab a royal blue silk sheet and place it upon the couch that Layla will be posing on. I then take my seat in front of my canvas and wait patiently for the beauty to emerge from the purple velvet cloth. The curtains slide open as Layla steps out of the dressing area while wearing the white silk robe. She stares at me in discomfort. "Are you okay?" I ask, she replies "Yea but I've never been a naked model before...kinda nervous." I smile while rising up from my chair then begin walking towards her. "I know it's weird but think of the positives.. There's no one else here but me therefore I'm the only one that gets to see you naked.." I pause "For academic reasons." She smiles "I guess you're right but I want you to change my face because I don't want anyone knowing that's me" "No problem." I  lay my hand before her and she grabs it then I lead her to the couch. I make my way back to my stool in front of the canvas. Layla drops the silk cloth from her body. The cloth runs over her breast revealing her erect nipples and dark brown areolas. The silk also runs past her waist revealing her curvaceous figure. She then positions herself on the couch in a leaning back sitting pose. Her neck is slightly tilted backwards and her hair is in a messy curly updo. Some curls popping out and a couple long curly strands of hair running down her back. She's perfect. "Just like that" I say while sketching the shapes that create her body. I'm working faster than ever, my hand has not stopped moving. This one is going to be perfect. A couple of minutes pass by and my sketch is starting to look identical to the beautiful goddess that is present infront of me. "Wait" she shouts, "I'm bleeding". My hand halts as I look up from my canvas "I don't see any blood" I say, I know blood when I see it. And she's not bleeding. "Just please can I have a tissue I feel it on my bottom lip" she gets ready to move out of the perfect position that I've been sketching "No!" She freezes "What?!" I quickly grab a tissue and rush towards her "Let me do it for you" I gently press on her bottom lip to see a golden brown liquid. I wipe up the "blood" from her mouth and she thanks me. That's weird, she doesn't have a wound. Why did she bleed? But wait.. I don't even think that was blood.. What was that? I step back from her and back over to my canvas with the tissue in my hand.  I pick up the chalky pastel and pretend to sketch. I must taste it. I lift the tissue to my lips and stick out my tongue onto the golden brown liquid. "Oh shit" I say out loud. "What? Did you mess up? Is everything ok?" She sounds worried, I struggle to release my words "Yea uh... I th-thought I had messed up but I didn't." Can it really be? The blood we've been talking about? I didn't even know it had existed! She let's out a sigh of relief "Oh good, had me worried there" I smile back at her, Mother might like this one, considering she's the golden blood. Actually.. I should invite her to meet my mother.. Then we could discuss on how we're going to distribute her body parts amongst our small family for eternal immortality. "Layla?" She replies "Yea?" I respond "How would you like to go to an art gala tomorrow. Its a few miles away from campus." She's silent for a moment then she speaks "I'd actually love to go. I have nothing to do tomorrow so that would be really nice" I smile. Ooh mommas gonna like this one.