The Vampire Covens

Ch.6 Laugh Now Cry Later

Ch. 6

            “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I choke on breath as I try to calm myself down, but I can’t stop laughing. My ribs are aching from the constant vibrations of my abderian and my cheeks are moist from free falling tears. I sit up from the fetal position I was in as he stares at me, completely unfazed. He’s serious? Or … I chuckle the last bit of laughter I have left… he’s just entirely insane. I’m leaning more towards the later.

            “No I’m not kidding, you don’t belong in the human society you belong with your kind.” He says with the straightest piercing stare and I wonder how far he’s going to take this?

            “You’re insane.” I say matching his stare. I wipe my cheeks with the backside of my hand to get the uncomfortable soppy wetness off my face and set my hand back down behind me. I wonder what Aunt Helena is thinking? Is she worried? Crap! I need to get a hold of her as soon as possible. I check my pockets for my phone but find nothing … Mr. Psycho probably took it… I sigh.

            “I’m not insane; I told you that you weren’t going to believe me.” He says lighting a match and setting it to the neat pile he’s been on and off working on. A fire blazes from the small kindling underneath the large pieces of debris.

            “How am I supposed to believe you? You’re not making any sense!” I watch the fire dance across the cave walls and a gnawing pain settles in my gut. Not again. The flame in my veins burn through my stomach and up into my arms. What is this?

            I curl into myself; small whimpers escaping my lips as the pain increases. I look at Zane; he’s sitting cross-legged on the other side of the cave. “What’s … ha… happening?” I stammer and close my eyes tight.

            “You’re hungry.” If I could’ve rolled my eyes I would’ve.

            “That’s stupid.” I say and breathe heavily.

            He starts walking towards me; slow and steady steps; I wish I could move. When he reaches me he holds out his arm and draws a blade from his pocket. Oh great… Psycho has a knife; just like every horror movie I’ve ever seen in my life! Goodbye world I’m going to take a nice long dirt nap! With the pain being as intense as it is; I don’t think I mind.

            He slides the blade down his forearm and leaves a trail of red; he’s suicidal? My eyes lock on the red cascading down his arm as he walks closer to me. His smell is forcing its way into my nostrils and my body tingles. Something elongates in my mouth as he steps even closer and a sickly sweet smell replaces his. My eyes don’t move from his arm and I crouch predatorily; I don’t know what I’m doing but it feels right.

            I feel my body tingling with anticipation as his arm lifts towards my mouth. I grab it, making sure it doesn’t move. I want to taste it; I want the red delicious liquid to slide down my throat. I lick up his arm and taste his salty sweetness; my eyes roll in the back of my head in ecstasy. It’s so yummy I can’t help the satisfied moan that grumbles deep in my throat.

            I clamp my mouth around the wound and suck deep; the thick liquid fills in my mouth and I take smooth shallow gulps until the hunger for more consumes me.  All I want is blood, every fiber in my body screams for it, my mouth salivates to the thought of it, an animalistic urge rises and all I can see, taste, sense, and hear is the pounding in the veins of Zane.