Freak Show {The Pack and Friends}

• Part 14 •

Vikk's Perspective

Lachlan was laid in Rob's car, his head resting on my lap, my tan fingers running through his sweat dampened hair. He sighed when my hand traced over his face, mapping out his defined features as to never forget them. Lachlan's hand met my cheek, running his thumb under my chin. His fingers softly skirted towards my lips, and, by extension, the dried blood. I pushed his hand away, wiping the sleeve of my shirt along my mouth.
That's going to be hard to explain...

Rob was driving, trying to calm his heavy breathing. Mitch was panicking, having almost blamed me for hurting Lachlan. I was trying to stay calm, leaning on my arm while humming the soft music of whatever song my subconscious was listening to.

Rob pulled into the hospital, parking the car and running into the concrete building. Mere minutes later he returned, a few nurses following him.
Lachlan was loaded onto a stretcher before being rushed inside. The three of us were ushered into the lobby? Waiting room? Wherever, and were shoved into uncomfortable wooden chairs. The cushions hard.

I will never understand humans.

Rob, Mitch, and I sat in silence, the hospital, open as it was, was empty. Not a big surprise for 2 o'clock in the morning. The only people here were us three and the secretary. She looked a tad jittery, typing away on a computer and sipping her coffee.
A doctor came out next, holding a small wooden clipboard in his hands and tapping a small black pen against it.

"Are you with Mr.Power?"

Rob stood up, by far the most mature one of the group. He was the only adult in this situation.
I sat back and watched, keeping my mouth shut. There were a few things I never did as a vampire.
One, open my mouth in public. I usually stayed back at the Cirque while Jay went out, terrified someone would find me and, I don't know, burn me at the stake. My eyes were another problem, but, I could deal with it.

Two, feed on humans.
This is a conscious choice over anything. I hate hurting people and choose to hunt on animals instead. I have tried human blood. It's rich and fatty, like strong chocolate. It made my teeth hurt the first time trying it, the entire taste taking over my entire mouth when I swallowed.
I felt my stomach growl, an unhelpful reminder as to how hungry I actually was.

I waited until Rob finished up with the doctor, sitting next to me with his head in his hands.
"Umm... Rob."

I squeaked out, trying to stay quiet.
"Yeah Vikk?"

"I... uhh... Need to eat."
Realization spread over Rob's face as he grabbed my arm, leading me into the mens bathroom. He locked the door, checking all the stalls to make sure we were alone.

"Here..."
He stuck out his wrist, the smooth skin facing up towards me. I violently shook my head no, pushing his hand back towards his body.

"I... I don't feed on humans."
Rob held his wrist back out to me.

"I'm the only thing here for at least thirty miles. I'd drink a little to hold you over. I'll take you out to get something better tonite. Okay?"

"Okay."

I smiled at Rob, thankful for the little gesture. I knew this had to be uncomfortable for him. I opened my mouth, nicking the end of my fang into the side of Rob's wrist. He bit his lip, flinching as he looked away from me.

I avoided any major veins, choosing one off to the side of his arm. Smooth red liquid blossomed from the cut, the overpowering scent making my mouth water. I glanced back up at him one last time for confirmation, attaching my mouth to the cut.

I took a bit into my mouth, pacing myself to avoid hurting him. His blood was rich, sweetly metallic, like melted sugar. I sighed, taking the smallest bit more before letting go of his hand. The cut was washed, leftover blood watered down the drain. It was a thin enough opening, it wouldn't leave more than a little scar.

I wiped off my mouth, there was no blood there, but it was habit.
"Thanks Rob."

"No problem Vikk."
He smiled at me, unlocking the door.
Mitch was now talking to the doctor, Lachlan's ankle was bound in gauze, his body weight leaning on a pair of crutches.

"Rob! Vikk! Lachlan is going to be okay. It was nothing more than a sprained joint."

Relief coursed through me, which, with the blood, was making me feel very light headed.

Lachlan was okay.