Colored In The Sky Blue

(3) Drunk Textin'

I walked down the corridor with him. The space was dark, tinted a deep and bloody burgundy. Sulfur was everywhere, at least the smell of it was. How did I know it was sulfur?

His hand was cold, too cold for me to enjoy but I gripped the fingers tightly. He was my anchor, and releasing him meant floating out of existence. How could I let him go?

Screams and groans came from every corner. A hole in the wall let a face show himself, another creature shook the bars of their cage. These creatures were people, beaten and forsaken. The real evils never bothered us, only moved forward with us. They cackled. What was this place?

He kept me close as the hall became stairs that went on and on and on forever. Forever into the depths of eternal damnation. The air only became colder, I almost couldn't tell his hand from my own. It was hard to breathe, the whole world must have been caving in. Why was I here?

The stairs finally found a solid ground. The trek wasn't over. In the black dark, the creatures that followed began to lead, lead us to a throne of pure evil. It could have been misunderstood evil. Evil nonetheless. Who was this evil?

The creatures dispersed. He held me close behind him, for my own safety. He did this because he cared and I was scared. Scared for his future, and ours. Did we even still have a future?

He spoke, but his words were not words. It, the evil, replied in nonsense as well. He struggled against the air and then fell into a sorrowful bow. Why would he submit?

It came closer. I could feel the aura growing ever stronger, and I needed to bow to it as well. I stood for as long as I could. It was not very long before I too cried as I bowed to the greater power. Were we to die?

The room that went on in every direction was too dark to see anything except the unexpected glow of yellow eyes and white teeth. Who are you?

I jumped awake. What was wrong with me lately, having these stupid ass dreams? Why did they start now, and where were they coming from?

I remembered where I was. I was in the library with Merari, Cherish, Kourtney, and Marissa. They were all doing some work, while I sat here staring into space. My phone vibrated with unread messages from William about Teacher Assistance.

That whole dream was because of Kieran. His stupid fangs made me crazy. I was so crazy, I felt like exploring this building. As if I hadn't been in it before.

I felt like I needed to find something. I stand up, and walk away. The girls looked at me, and Merari asked why I was leaving. I said, "Be back." I heard her say something else, but I kept walking.

I started humming as I took the stairs down a floor to the ground level. Something made me walk to the elevator. I just took the stairs, I didn't need to go back up. But I had to check the elevator.

I stood in front of the sliding doors for a long time, humming that tune. They opened before I hit the button. I didn't step inside. Something about this seemed like a bad horror movie.

This is a book, not a movie. In books, people are smarter. I think.

I just left. I didn't go back to my friends, I didn't take the elevator, I didn't go to William. I walked to the Bowden building for my next class. That didn't start until 20 minutes from now.

I didn't remember going to the library in the first place.

******

Kieran

Natalie was the one. Her blood was like nothing I'd come across in the four years I'd been a vampire. And I know I sound like that vamp but its true. I was inclined to believe she was more than the eye could see.

She made me see things with new eyes. Like a different part of me had been awaked only by tasting her. And she let me.

She let me. She let me, she let me, she let me! Natalie was finally being true to herself and to me.

I had no worries. After something so intimate, allowing me to become one with her on almost a spiritual level, she was destined to be my girlfriend, my wife, my soul mate for eternity.

I could tell in the way she acted with her friends that she wouldn't hurt me again. Our future was written in stone now.

That stone being graphite, which is easily erased, and my life was put on the line.

But we'll burn that bridge when we get there.

******

Kieran

About four weeks went by with my new diet plan. Only 4 pints a week instead of 9, 16 pints a month. It became hard to get out of bed, to walk, to just function.

I was basically the vampire from the old movies, those that couldn't take the sun or anything religious. I was constantly in a state of need. Not just blood, but companionship and human foods and sunshine but without the sun. I craved other stuff too, but this is not that kind of book. I don't know if Natalie would be down anyhow.

I just wanted everything.

It was torture. I felt like I was falling apart all over again. Like I was revamping. But I did it for Natalie. Natalie was important and since I wasn't dead, I figured she might be on to something.

This could have been simple withdrawal.

That is what I hoped. But I didn't know for sure and my curious mind wouldn't let me sit around.

One book series, a girl was born a vampire and after going months without blood, she died and became a pure wraith.

Ghosts were not my thing. Neither were vampires, for that matter, but I could only be happy with my situation.

Over the four and half years I had been a vampire, I spent lots of time searching for the right answers to vampirism.

Life had been like an episode of House. Not just one thing fit my symptoms, but I was cornered into taking action that could harm, only to discover I was entirely wrong.

The only difference was, I never found a conclusion or way to save myself. I was left on the "at least he isn't dying anymore" part.

This uncertainty ate away at my ability to multitask. Natalie deserved 110% of my time, as did my family, but with other vamps in need of nourishment and my own diet plan, I couldn't divide myself appropriately.

I required information. And what I learned from high essay marks is: always find a primary source.