Sanity and Vampires (Captured sequel)

Chapter Nine: Vampire Donor Duet

Manic

1. The word "manic" describes the times when someone with bipolar disorder feels overly excited and confident. These feelings can also involve irritability and impulsive or reckless decision-making.

2. In the manic phase of bipolar disorder, feelings of heightened energy, creativity, and euphoria are common. People experiencing a manic episode often talk a mile a minute, sleep very little, and are hyperactive. They may also feel like they're all-powerful, invincible, or destined for greatness. But while mania feels good at first, it has a tendency to spiral out of control.

I was wearing white. I was a fucking angel.

The whole world was made of magic and light. It had been forever since I'd stopped taking my meds.

My hair was loose and flying. No makeup. But flushed and pink. Wildness, already. My dress had a long white tulle that moved around when I moved. I was out of control. I was a hot mess.

Tyson looked stiff in comparison. What an arrogant, pretentious dumbass.

I stepped into the hallway in my outfit. Tyson was still wearing his suit. He checked me out for a long, all-too-obvious moment.

I was right. I was always right. He was obsessed with me, and he knew it.

"Like what you see, Tyson?" I asked, half-mocking him.

"Yes," Tyson said.

I smiled at him, affectionately. "At least you're honest."

"I'm hungry," Tyson said.

"Too bad!" I said, waggling my finger at him. "You can't bite me tonight. I won't let you."

"I could make you," Tyson said.

"But you won't, right?" I said, flashing him a megawatt smile. "You're a gentleman."

Tyson folded his arms. His face was too angled, too cautious. Normally Tyson was amused by everything and I was angered by everything. Tonight, the game had shifted.

"This party is going to be so cool," I breathed.

"Not really," Tyson said. "We'll walk around. I'll get drunk."

"I'll drink with you."

Tyson's eyes changed. Something predatory appeared. Something interesting.

"Will you really, Laurie?"

"Why not?"

  "Let's go," Tyson finally said.

  Then Tyson put his arm near my side, and we teleported.

Suddenly, all the colors melded back together. Then we were in a new part of the city. Strangers flooded past us.

I gawked above me. The mansion in front of me was ten times the size of Tyson's. It was Columbian-style. Grey-green trees flanked the entrance.

We walked inside the mansion, and instantly, we were trapped in a swirl of people. It was clear that this party was much, much bigger than Tyson's. Tons of stages hung at the corner of each room, with bands/actors/strippers/circus freaks. Everyone was dancing. Music reverberated out of the speakers of each room. Each room was playing a different, ancient tune. I found all of them boring, since I wasn't a thousand fucking years old. But I still giggled. I held on to Tyson, because the crowd was so big, I was going to lose him.