Dying Slowly

Chapter Three

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             Death. I could feel it creeping towards me as if I were some delectable meal and it was a starving man. My fingers and toes were already numb and my tongue could taste the blood pooling inside of my mouth. I was dying slowly and there was nothing I could do about it, especially when I was not in control. My body was limp in his arms and I could tell that this was the way that he preferred his prey, he wanted them to know that he was in control and there was no hope, no point in struggling,

                I wanted to die anyways, right? What point was there to living? I would simply be an empty shell, a worthless mass that would just drone on in life, doing nothing of significance.

                Then, what was the point of dying? I would have no existence; I would be more of nothing than before. No, I was not ready to die.

                I flung my arm up to hit him in the face and he growled out a menacing sound when my nails connected with his cheek.

                “Hella.” He said impatiently shaking me and my eyes snapped open.

It was a dream?

                Gabriel was looking at me with annoyance in his eyes, and right under those eyes were three red marks with blood slowly oozing out of them.

                “Did…was that me?”

                “Who else would have done it? Now, go shower and get cleaned up.” He said, starting to walk away. “You will be punished for your actions and you will not stop drinking the blood.”

                “But—”

                “I would shove it down your throat if I must.” He slammed the door behind him.

                Blood. I did not want it, not anymore, not now that I know what it is. Nevertheless, why was he giving me blood, what purpose could there be and whose blood was it? I took in my surrounding, noticing that I was in a bedroom, one that had a very dark décor and I could see the bathroom from where I was laying, it was the same one from before.

                I stood up, my bones popped, and cracked, how long had I been asleep? My head felt light and I stumbled over myself, too long, that is how long I have been asleep.

                Clothes were waiting on the counter, another dress, but this one was the color of black ink. I looked at myself in the mirror and when I met my own eyes, I gasped. My irises were no longer that midnight brown, but instead flakes of silver resided in them. I blinked a few times, making sure that I was not imagining anything and then I called Gabriel into the room.

                “What is it?” He asked, still annoyed, but his wounds were gone. How could that be possible? Someone does not just heal in the matter of minutes, at least not a normal person and so far, Gabriel was far from normal.

                “Why are my eyes silver and where the hell are your scratches?”

                “Do not use that tone with me.” He growled. “And the color of your eyes has changed because of the blood that you have been drinking.”

                “Whose blood have I been drinking?”

                He pandered over the question for a moment, unsure if he were going to answer my question or not.