College experience

Chapter 26

AI'm so sorry! I had to think of a way to make this as awkward as possible.

--------------Andrew

The smell of streak was heavy in the room and it filled up my nostrils with its meaty gamey smell. I look over at Briar, only to see him looking at me too. I try to smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace.

I look up across the table and catch Zar's eye when she looks up after cutting a chunk of steak and popping it into her mouth. Abram and Dawson are both looking down at their plates. Neither of them had uttered a word since Briar's dad had gotten through the door. Both had chosen to just keep their heads down.

I with I could do that too.

I could feel Briar's dad staring a hole into the side of my head. He hasn't taken his glare off me since Briar and I came up to eat.

We had stayed in the solstice of the basement from the time we heard the door slam to the time Briar's mother had called everyone to the table. Even being down there didn't muffle the yell of 'WHY DOES MY HOUSE SMELL LIKE A FUCKING DEAD BODY!'

After that I had kind of shut down a bit. It's one thing to know your dead. It's another to hear it like that.

No one wants to hear the smell like a dead body.

I almost jump when I feel a hand slither it's way into mine. I look down at my hand and the hand in it and I relax when I follow the arm to see Briar giving me a reassuring smile.

I stare back at my plate and continue to just push the food around. I was starting to feel dizzy because I hadn't had any blood today, but I can tough it out.

"So Briar," Lilly, his mother, starts, "how's school going?"

Briar shrugs. "Fine." I hear a snort come from where his dad is sitting, but he just acts like it never happened.

"Seems to be a lot more than 'fine'." Briar's dad spits with as much venom as possible and holds up air quotes when he says fine, looking at our conjoined hands like they would catch fire and burn his house down.

I snort at the thought and he shoots me another glare.

"Nope. It's all good. It was great until you came home actually." He says staring at is father with a blank expression. I squeeze his hand a bit harder when his dad's face starts reaching new levels of red and purple.

"Can we be excused?" He looks at his mother and she nods he consent. He nods back respectively before tugging me harder to get my in a standing position.

Once up, I wobbled a bit, but was otherwise okay.

About three steps from the table I grabbed his shoulder before looking up at his confused face and lost my footing. He caught me before I tumbled to the ground.

The next thing I know, he is carrying my bridal style down the stairs and setting me on the couch.

"Babe, what's going on?" He gently slaps my face and I look up at him.

"Common babe. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong." He looks desperate now, and I almost cry at the look in his eyes.

"Need...............bl........ood." I get out finally. His face lights in recognition before he gently sits me up.

I look at him in confusion as he starts fiddling with the collar of his shirt. I gasp when smooth, tanned skin and the slight pulse of his jugular become apparent. I swallow hard, trying to keep myself from pouncing at the free lifeblood sitting right in front of me.

"It's okay, Andrew. Drink." Was the last thing I needed before my fangs slid out of my gums and I bit into his soft neck.

I didn't notice the moan Briar lets loose.

I didn't notice the moan I let loose at the feeling of warmth flood into my body subconsciously at hearing the sound.

All I notice is the warm, red fluid slide out of his body and flood over my tongue, overwhelming my senses. I feel as it slides down my throat, quenching the desert that had formed there.

I didn't notice my eyes were open, showing off black sclera and a violet purple iris.

I don't notice when my hands start to message Briar's over sensitive body, nor when my nails get sharper and start to scrape along the skin under his shirt.

My fangs go first, making sure I don't drain the one I love. Next the claws, then the eyes, and finally I'm back to my body and out of the nirvana that had consumed my world.

Briar slumps against me, in need to replenish his blood supply. With my new found strength, I gently pick him up careful not to wake him. I head to what I remember is the bedroom and I place his unconscious body under the blankets before striping down to my underwear and settle down next to him.

The last thing I remember was staring at his face, memorizing every groove and dip while running my fingers through his soft hair.