College experience

Chapter 3

This chapter might be a bit graphic, so if you have a weak stomach, then enjoy the blood! Hahhahahaha. My dark side kinda came out in this chapter. I guess that's what happens when everyone calls you a whore and orphan and tells you to go kill yourself! I mean my friend was told to day 'at least I don't cut for attention' I mean who does that! I almost ripped out his tongue!!!

Anyway, enough of my rant.

Disclaimer: BLOOD, BLOOD, AND MORE FUCKING BLOOD!!!!!!!!(I may or may not like blood😈😈😈)

                "No, you can't do this!"
              'To bad little Dracula!!! Your mate will suffer. And you will watch!!'' The demon laughed evilly.
              I looked at his bloody face, horrified with the turn of events.
             "It's going to be fine, Andrew. Trust me." That voice I know that voice.
             "No it won't!" I find myself screaming. The demon just looked at me, watching me struggle against my restraints.
            I watched as the demon carved and whipped his skin, terrified at the screams escaping his lips with every word written, and every lash and crack of the barbed whip.
           "Yes, yes! Scream for me little Werewolf!" The demon laughed.
           I started to cry, unable to help. I was useless.
           "Now, for the finally!" He grabbed a drill off of the torture table next to him.
           "Lets see what that beautiful brain looks like, hmm?!" No!
           The sound of the drill assaulted my ears, and the sound of a scream. The scream wasn't his though, but mine. His eyes bored into mine as the drill went through his temple, not letting his gaze slip or lose concentration. I stared in horrid fascination as the spinning tool made the blood whirl around it in spirals. I let out a loud scream.
               "Noooooooooooo!" I bolted up in bed. It took me a while to understand where I was. My dorm bedroom. I was surprised to feel wetness coming from my cheeks. Reaching up, I felt the tears and the left over tear tracks. I quickly swiped my arm across my face. Even though I was alone, I still didn't like crying.
              That dream has haunted my sleep since before I could remember. I don't know why, but every time I have it, I feel an overwhelming since of dread.
              Knowing I won't be going back to bed, I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and pushed off, set on getting to the kitchen to make a snack.
              Thinking back, I'm not very surprised to see Briar sitting in the recliner watching a movie and snacking on popcorn. Grabbing a water from the fridge, I headed to the living area and plopped down on the couch. I didn't even catch his attention, must be a damn good movie. Turning my head to the screen, I instantly know what he's watching, and settle in to watch it with him.
              3:12 is the time on the DVR.
              I curl up into a black plush blanket and snuggle into the couch, ready to watch Ghostbusters with him. I reach over for popcorn and he leans the bag in my direction. Looks like he does know I'm here. Not as oblivious as I thought. I snort at Melissa's character getting bitch slapped to get rid of a ghost.
            I can barely hold my eyes open anymore. I look over at Briar, now lightly snoring away in the recliner, popcorn forgotten on the table and feet up. I can't help but notice how cute he looks. Wait, CUTE!!!!!! I didn't just say that.
            I take one more look at him, and succumbed to the awaiting darkness, falling into its embrace.

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            I wake up to the smell of breakfast. I get up with a grown, hearing my back pop from sleeping on the couch. Don't get me wrong. It's a nice couch, but it's not a bed. Hearing my stomach rumble, I walk to the kitchen table and sat down, putting my head in my arms to try to block the light and protect my damaged corneas.
           "Cause I might be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air I don't care I live the smell of it. Sticks and stone may break my bones but chains and whips excite me." My head shoots up at hearing Briar sing Rihanna. He wasn't half bad, but now the song will be in my head.  Thanks a lot.
            "For what?" Briar says from the stove.
            Damn I said that out loud!
            "Oh nothing," I say sarcastically. "Just now I will be singing about rough sex for the rest of the day. Nothing bad." When I hear him chuckle I give him the infamous 'Dracula Glare', but he just returns to flipping an egg.
            "Bon appetité!" He says as he sets a plate in front of me. I hold back a gasp at what was on it. Pancakes, eggs, hash browns, sausage, and yogurt stare back at me. He comes back in and sets down a glass of red liquid in front of me. I look at him in surprise.
            "What? Vampires need at least 1 glass of blood per day, right?" I nod, dumbfounded. A werewolf just freely gave me a glass of blood. I smile at him.
            "Thank you," I say. "It means a lot to know that you are okay with this." I say, and he smiled and nods back.
            We are in the middle of eating when he talks again. "So what classes are you taking?"
            I think for a minute. "Any Music class, really. Oh, and Mythical Studies." His face lit up when I said Mythical Studies.
            "Hey, I'm minoring in that too! Maybe we will sit together!" He looked like a happy little kid when he did that. I giggled.
            "Maybe." I respond. Maybe it won't be so bad having a werewolf as a roommate.