Just Another Vampire Story

The Worst Hangover

                                 

 "Will you..." Someone said in the distance.

 "Oh, shut up. Will you?" Another person said, yet this time more vivid, but still wasn't that close.

 "Can we focus here, please?" Now this voice sounds the clearest. 

 This is so annoying. I'm hearing voices in the distance and I can't see anything. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt super heavy. I tried to move my head to the side.

 Oww!!! 

 Pain shot its way from the small of my back all through the top of my head. It stung the most from my neck and the back of my head. All this from moving my head only an inch.

 Oh shit! It smells like blood in here. 

 My body responded and shot up in an slouchy upright position. And my eyes opened.

 Light slapped me square in the face making me squeeze them eyes back shut. 

  A sudden gasp made me jump, "Oh my God! Ruby!" Whisper, of course, was the one speaking. "How are you feeling?" She leaned closer to the bed I was laying in, and settled on her knees. 

 "Uh.." That came out so damn groggy. I don't know if it even came out. 

 I do not know how I feel exactly. I mean, I am still breathing and my heart is beating. My senses are functioning perfectly. The only plight I felt was in my neck and head. Not to mention, it was also my burning throat. I must be needing blood.

 "She is so pale, you guys." Whisper rested her hand on my forehead. "Holy shit! She's freezing." She turned to face the boys, "we need to go to a hospital or something. Now."  My eyes widened. I looked at Troy who had a look of unease and tense shoulders. He looked at me and tried to shake his head but couldn't fearing Whisper would see him.

 "Uh, Whisper, we should probably just leave her to rest. She looks like she really needs it." He suggested. 

 "I agree." Hayden said. I couldn't help but notice the way he stood there. He was standing so awkwardly next to Troy. His hands were in his pockets, and he looked like he was going to faint. That, right there, put me on edge.

 Whisper looked back at me, "Ruby, talk to me." She was on the brink of tears now. What happened to my best friend? I thought she was going to be like Bitch, please. Don't act like a prissy girl who just saw a hobo. I almost smiled at that thought. I can always imagine her saying random shit like that.

 I opened my mouth to speak, but still nothing would come out. I let my saliva slip down my extremely dry throat and finally spoke, "I'm fine. It's just...." I squeezed my eyes shut, "my head hurts." I said opening them slowly. "And I'm kinda thirsty." I glanced at Troy then at Hayden and back to Whisper. I noticed a tear that had fallen down her cheek. "Don't cry. Nothing happened, I am perfectly fine, babe." I poked her reddening cheek making her smile lightly.

 I noticed that Troy disappeared just now. When did he get out of the room? And how did I not notice? I looked at the doorway then back at my troubled friend next to me and smiled.

 I jumped.

 "Hey!" Hayden whispered trying to sooth me. He put a hand on my shoulder; that was what made me jump. I sighed and tried to relax. And he just rubbed my back. I felt warm when he did that. It was like when you rub your hands together to feel warmer on a cold night.

 I inclined towards him and closed my eyes. I just love how warm he feels. He hugged me and started stroking my hair. I looked at Whisper who held my hand.

 Why does this feel like a chicks' movie? A girl having a bad break-up and her friends are sitting around trying to make her feel better. Well, I do not really feel that bad to need that much comforting. I am fine. 

 Troy walked in with a plastic cup in his hand. I sat up and took it from him. He smirked at me and just backed away till he reached the door and folded his arms over his chest. I looked at him with an expression like what the hell is up with you, too?

 It must be something about what happened earlier. I shook my head and looked down at the cup. It contained a crimson colored juice. It couldn't possibly be cranberry juice or something, no. It had a different shade of coloring. I brought the cup up to my nose and took in a tiny sniff.

 What the fuck??

 My head snapped at Troy. He grinned and squared his shoulders. 

 "U-um, do I have to?" I made a disgusted face. He gave me a Duh! look and nodded.

 I huffed. I really don't want to drink this; I promised myself that I would never drink a human's blood. Wait..how did he even get it? I looked at him with a perplexed face, "Troy, from where did you get that...juice?" I raised an eyebrow.

 He still had that grin plastered to his face, "It was in my backpack. I had it on me since we started this trip." He shrugged.

 I made that disgusted face again and looked back at the cup in hand. I gulped and slowly put it to my mouth.

 I cannot describe it really. It almost tastes like animals' blood, yet a little different; sweeter and tingly against my throat. 

 I let the very last drop hit my tongue but still held the cup to my lips as if it was going to bring up some more. I wanted more.

 Damn! This is why I never wanted to taste the blood of a human; I don't want to get used to it. I don't want to want more. 

 What a prick!

 He could have given me some rodent from the dumpster, I wouldn't mind. I would've been much more comfortable with that.

 I started to get up and throw that cup away, but everyone just blocked me from moving and they all began holding my arms as if I was too beat up to walk. Okay, I really appreciate it, but this is too much. I am not that weak. I am not that fragile. 

 "You guys, I'm fine." I chuckled.

 Hayden and Whisper looked at me like I was a crazy person. Troy, on the other hand, was as relaxed as a sloth. He was just leaning against the door way and smiling his face off at my sticky situation. 

 Whisper stared at me, "Are you sure?"

 I cocked an eyebrow, "If I was not okay, you wouldn't see me standing here and talking." I rolled my eyes and sighed, "is there a bathroom in here?"

 "Across the hall." Troy replied quickly.

 I nodded and disappeared out of the room.