Dying Slowly

Chapter Four

                After Gabriel had threatened me, he spent his time locked in his office, not making a sound, while I stood in the kitchen, staring at the glass, full of his blood, that he had prepared for me. As morbid as it sounded, I wanted the drink, I craved the drink and I could not think of a reason not to drink it. Sure, it was immoral, revolting and possibly bad for my health, but what did all of that matter? I was going to die in less than a week, maybe tomorrow, so why could not I give myself pleasure? I wrapped my hands around the glass, brought it to my mouth, and inhaled the scent. Was I an addict? Never before had I done drugs, never had I been wasted, an occasional sip of wine was all I had experienced of alcohol. I was not an adrenaline junky, I did not spend hours on the computer for anything other than work, maybe I was addicted to reading, or the television, but that was as far as my addictions went, so why now? When my life is nearing its end, I was addicted, and to the thing that was probably going to kill me. However, what did it all matter? I inhaled once more, taking in that copper scent, and then I tipped the glass, spilling the thick liquid into my mouth.

                I could say that I felt bad, or guilty, after I drank that glass, I could say that I thought I made a mistake, but that would be a lie, because it was wonderful and I loved the way it felt sliding down my throat. I licked my lips, trying to taste as much of it as I could and I was very attempted to pour another drink. I went to the fridge, and opened it, but there was nothing in there. I wanted another glass, but I did not want to go to Gabriel and ask, not after the episode earlier. I decided to settle on the television again, since wandering the house did not end well, I wanted to play it safe because I knew that Gabriel would not hesitate to carry out his threat.

              I sat on the couch for about five minutes before I could not take it anymore, my mind was not focusing on the screen, or even on my mortality, but instead it was focused completely on Gabriel’s blood. My mouth was dry, my throat was sore and tongue was constantly licking my lips, trying to find some remnants of the blood. I stood up and walked to Gabriel’s office, and stood outside of it, debating on whether or not to knock. I raised my hand and brought it to the door, but it froze after that, my body would not let me knock.

                “Come in.” His voice said, and it was icy cold, so cold I shivered. For some reason, those two words terrified me. I opened the door and stepped in. He was sitting at his desk, with papers surrounding him and even though there were a lot of papers, his desk was still perfectly organized. “What do you need?” He asked, looking at me and I could tell that he knew exactly what I wanted, what needed, he just wanted to say it out loud he wanted me to admit that I was addict.

                “The fridge is empty.” I told him.

                “And? You haven't been eating real food anyways, but if you wish for some then just call in and have it brought here and if you tell them that I've kidnapped you, they won't listen because they work for me.”

                “I don't want food.” I swallowed.

                “Then what do you want?” He asked, smirking slightly and I could almost forget about the death threat over my head when he looked like that.

                “I want…I need the blood.” I admitted.

                “So, you are craving the blood?”

                “I am addicted to the blood, I can't even…I finished the glass you gave and I still need more. I can't think of anything else but that blood.” If I was going to tell him I was addicted, I was going to tell him the whole truth and not sugar coat it.

                “I knew that it was only a matter of time, but you can't drink the blood cold anymore, in order to move forward in this you have to drink from the vein.”

                “W-what?”

                “You have to drink the blood from me. I would, if I had time, make you suffer for snooping around my house and going into places in which you do not belong, but my time is very limited.” He stood up. “Come over here.” He ordered and my feet moved on their own accord.Suddenly I was in his arms, his right arm across my chest and his left arm up to my mouth. “Bite.” He ordered, pushing his wrist up to my lips, but I shook my head, I could not bite him, it was one thing to drink his blood from a cup, it made it feel distance, not real, but drinking it from his veins would feel too real, too much like being a vampire. The word felt so foreign, but for some reason I could not shake the idea of Gabriel being one, he was cold enough.

                So are you. A voice whispered, but I knew that was not a possibility, whatever Gabriel had planned, did not include me becoming undead with him.

                “Bite!” He growled and I gasped, which he took as an opportunity to shove his wrist into my mouth. My tongue grazed his skin, which was soft and cold, but I could almost taste the blood underneath and I could not restrain myself anymore. My teeth clamped down, and nothing happened. I pulled his wrist out of my mouth and moved up farther on his arm, near the inside of his elbow and then I bit down, my teeth raggedly ripped through his skin and the elixir poured into my mouth. I practically purred as his blood filled my mouth and I shivered, this was much better than drinking from a glass, cold, this was warm and flowing. I pulled his arm tight to my mouth and I drank. All too soon, he ripped his arm from me and he kept me from falling, my mind was gone and my head was so light. I blinked a few times, confused, until I realized that I was drunk on his blood and I loved the feeling.

                He spun me around and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look him in his eyes. I licked my lips, trying to stop the blood that was beginning to drip down my chin.. My chin was growing warm, but something told me that it was not from the blood, but from his hand. Why was something so icy, warming my chin? Gabriel leaned in and licked the blood from my chin, sending chills through my body. I thought he was going to pull away, tease me and then laugh at me, but when his eyes met mine once again, there was no humor in them, no there was something more raw, something more focused, something I had seen many times, but never focused on me. Lust.

                Gabriel’s lips grazed mine, gently a first, testing whether or not this was what he wanted and then he pressed his against mine, pulling me close to him. My eyes were open wide, why was he kissing me? Didn't this man hate me and why was I enjoying the way his lips felt and tasted against mine?

                I closed my eyes and gasped when he nipped my bottom lip, causing some blood to sneak its way out. I could quickly tell the difference between my blood as his blood, where his was bitter, with a sweet undertone, my simply tasted of copper. He licked my lip, before pulling himself away. I felt regretted and bothered until I looked up at his eyes and saw that they were still lustful, so he was not pulling away because he did not want me, his eyes made it clear just how much he wanted me.

                “You need to leave this room, right now.” I opened my mouth to question him. “If you stay here, I will drain you dry and then you will be useless, now go!” It was as if he were always kicking me out of places, even the pleasure of his lips.

I left his office, not wanting to argue, but I could tell that I was not in a clear state of mind, both his blood and kiss had fogged up whatever state of mind that I had before I entered that room and I left more confused than ever.

                Gabriel planned to kill me, that much I knew for sure, yet he drew pictures of me, kissed me, and even lusted after me. Why? I did not understand anything that was going on and I was afraid that by the time I figured out why Gabriel acted like this, it would be too late for me to do anything about it. However, did I want to do anything about it, was I falling for this cold-hearted man?

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