Feeding From The Night

Chapter 2: Flying At 120 Degrees

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If it wasn't for my keen eye I wouldn't have noticed her hands shaking as she passed the silver goblet over, clearly she was used to shaking when around him, as she managed to take control over it quickly. This suggested he made her nervous; it didn't seem like she was the cute, awkward type of nervous, nervous to be around her loving boyfriend incase he thought of her as an idiot. No, it was fear.

The most beautiful, powerful, captivating girl in the room, was living in fear...

I wanted to approach the couple, ask a few questions, see what else I could find out. However I couldn't let my curiosity get the better of me, I shall wait for her to be alone.

It wasn't likely she was going to be left though as he had a firm grip on her, which appeared as though he was holding her lovingly to the normal eye. But small red marks were beginning to form on her arm around where his hand was placed, the result of a strong hold. I thought about giving up and letting this mystery pass; then a man walked over to the couple, he looked like a chauffeur. The two men left the hall, leaving the woman alone. Most people had gone home now, the rest were either waiting for friends or tidying up.

Lifting up a pile of stacked chairs I walked over to the wall where the other chairs were. This gave me an excuse to move, especially as she was stood quite close to the other chairs. I angled the chairs I put down at about 120 degrees, enough for me to trip over...

As I was walking back I caught my foot, and went flying across the floor. Finally stopping in front of the woman. Blood began to seep from under my body, there were small puddles of it surrounding me. The woman hesitated at first, looked around her and then ran over to me dropping to her knees. I could feel her hands running up and down my body, searching for the area that the blood was coming from.

"Hello, are you okay sir." I didn't reply, not to worry her, I had little effort to speak but a huge interest in what her next move would be, if I didn't reply. After sighing and mumbling to herself, she was becoming very stressed. She rolled me over onto my back, found my pulse and then put me into the recovery position.

"Sir, can you speak?"

I did a slight mumble in reply.

"You are perfectly fine sir, your pulse and breathing is normal, but there is a little blood which can be easily sorted." I tried to open my eyes and move, but she stopped me. "Keep your eyes closed for a moment, no need to worry, I'm just cleaning up the blood, which in your current state, I would not like you to see." There were light footsteps around me, once they had disappeared I was given permission to open my eyes if I wished too. I was fine, everything had worked well and possibly gone to plan.

Looking around me I noticed there was no sign of my injury, the blood had gone.

And so had she.