Rush Of Blood

Drink Me

     “Honey come on, you gotta wake up.” Damien continuously nudged me until I finally sat up. “I’m tired though...” I yawned, rubbing my eyes. “The plane takes off in three hours. I’ve already showered, go get ready. I’ll be downstairs with the guys.” He kissed my forehead, stayed close to my face for a moment, shook his head and left. I pulled myself out of bed, yawning again, and walked to the bathroom. I stood at the mirror, looking over myself. My black hair was messy beyond belief, and my shirt was hanging off my shoulder. Suddenly, I got really dizzy, falling back into the wall and dropping to the ground. “Lilly?” Damien appeared at the door, looking over me. He quickly picked me up, placing me on the bed. “Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He scanned over me, looking me up and down. “I...I just got really dizzy I...I’m fine.” I sat up, starting to stand again. He swung his arm under mine, helping me to stand. “Damien really...I’m fine.” I nodded, smiling softly. He scanned me again, worried. “Maybe we shouldn’t go...” I stepped back, a little wobbly, but regained my stance. “No! We’re going, I don’t want to ruin this.” He frowned, “Alright...but if anything happens we’re going straight to the hotel okay?” I nodded, heading back to the bathroom. He lingered in the room before heading downstairs again. Only...I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore. Why? “Damien?” I called out, slowly stepping into the hall. His footsteps came back and he was in the hall with me again. “What is it?” “I...which towel did you use?” He chuckled, “The blue one.” He kissed my nose and then went back down. Again, his footsteps faded from my hearing. I rushed to the bathroom, slowly dropped my jaw, and tried extending my fangs. Nothing. I looked around for something sharp. Vase. Glass vase. That’s perfect! I picked it up and dropped it in the sink, the water going down the drain and the flowers sitting lifeless. I picked up a glass shard, bit my lip, and drew the edge along my arm. “Ah!” I hissed, the blood dripping down my arm and hitting the tile. I stared at my arm, watching as the skin did not heal. “What the...hell?” Colten was at the door this time, staring at me oddly. “What the fuck is going on?” I looked over at him, noticing that everyone else was behind him. “I’m...human...” 

     “So, he was in here last night. He offered you a drink. And you took it?” Krista asked, nearly shouting at this point. For the past half hour, everyone was completely horrified, wondering what the hell was going on. Colten and Seth were cleaning up the mess of glass and blood, Emily helped me wrap my cut, and Damien had stepped out of the house, the smell of blood being too much for him. “Krista I-” “No! What on earth were you thinking?!” I stood up, shouting now. “I wanted to keep you all alive! I give Walter what he wants and he’ll leave us the fuck alone, Krista!” She stared at me, slightly shocked. “Bu-” “But nothing, Krista! If I give this bastard what he wants, then he’ll leave us alone. We’ll be able to live normally for once! Or as normal as we’ll ever be!” She frowned slightly, rushing to hug me. I chuckled a bit. “I’m sorry...I’m just worried about you, you know that.” She said, squeezing me. “Of course I know that...” I stepped back, looking around. “What time is it?” Michael looked at his watch, “Um, about thirty after 5. Why?” “Oh! The plan!” Emily bolted upstairs, shocking us all. “Shit! We have literally an hour and thirty minutes!” Michael said, darting upstairs. I ran up besides Krista, running to my own room. “Guys! We need to go!” I said, bursting through the door. “What’s wrong?” Seth asked, dropping what looked like the last bit of glass in a bag. “We have an hour and thirty to get to the airport and on our plane. “Oh! Well, alright.” Seth put the bag in the trash bin and slipping past me to his room. Colten stepped out of the bathroom, looking at me. “Are you alright?” I nodded, “Yeah, I’m sorry about the vase...” “It’s a vase. But, do you feel anything?” He asked, stepping close to me and analyzing me. “No...why?” “I don’t know. I’ve never seen anyone turn back.” He shrugged and walked out.

     I shut the door, undressing to change into something other than pajamas. Wearing on underwear and bra, I suddenly felt someone standing behind me. I jumped forward, spinning around ready to pounce. Damien was standing still, staring at me in confusion. “Uh...” I straightened up, looking at him carefully. “Are you okay?” I asked, walking up to him. He stepped back, his eyes slightly wide. “Honey?” “Why are you human?” He asked, his head a little tilted. “I...Walter he-” “Why.” He cut me off, suddenly standing close to me. Suddenly, I was a little scared. “I-” He covered my mouth, my eyes widening. “You’re James aren’t you? You’re not Lilly.” He shoved me, knocking me into the wall. I cried out in pain, dropping to the ground. He looked at me carefully, scanning me up and down. “Damien...” I whispered, coughing a little as I tried to regain my breathing. His eyes widened, and he quickly came to my side, lifting me and placing me down on the bed. “I’m-” I pressed a finger on his lips, smiling. “It’s okay.” I sat up, “I’d be scared too.” He frowned, kissing me gently. “I really am sorry...” I shook my head, “Come on, lets get packing...and I need clothes.” I giggled, smiling at him. “Right.” He nodded, stepping back and helping me with my bag.