13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

XV: Blood. Tears. Dust.

I awoke late in the evening with my stomach growling obnoxiously. Chris lay next me with his arms wrapped tightly, protectively so, around my waist, and my head resting on his chest. He lightly snored, fallen deep into his sleep, as I struggled to wiggle from his hold. I was ravenously starving and I knew it would take much too long to awaken him.

I sighed to myself in frustration, and finally managed to loosen his grasp enough to slip free. Throwing the covers off of my body, I was immediately hit with the cool air and shivered. I pulled on a shirt of his, picking it up off the edge of the bed, and sliding it on over my bed. My bare feet hit the smooth hardwood and I pad across the room, silently slipping out the door, down the hallway, and to the kitchen.

I pull open the refrigerator, eyes searching for some food to catch my eye and satisfy my cravings. I spot a carton of strawberries and a bright red pomegranate, I grab both, setting them on the granite countertop by the sink. I wash the fruit, set out a bowl next to the fruit and begin slicing the strawberries into smaller pieces after chopping off the top.

I felt her unwrap herself from my arms, but thought nothing of it. She didn't return after five minutes so I grew worried, I pushed the covers off my body and walked into the hallway. There was a faint light shining from the end of the hall, I walked towards it and pushed the partially cracked door to the kitchen open. She was standing there with her back to me and the sink running, the sound of a knife hitting a cutting board repeatedly emanated throughout the room as she lightly swayed side to side. I walked up behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder as she sliced the strawberries in front of her.

I felt a pair of long arms wrap around my waist, scaring me beyond half to death. I let out a gasp, turning in their hold, and the knife accidentally slicing their arm. I hear Chris' familiar voice hiss out in pain and then him let out a string of curses, "what the fuck?" He growled.

I quickly recognize his intricately inked arms and realize my mistake,"oh, Gods. I'm sorry, you scared the shit out of me. Don't do that."

"Don't fucking go stabbing people before realizing who it actually fucking is," he scowled.

I place the knife on the cutting board, suddenly being hit the strong scent with a metallic hint to it. I quickly realize just how much his arm is bleeding, and that it is the scent of his blood invading my senses. My stomach growls loudly again, and I begin salivating for his blood, all other thought quickly vanishing, as I desire is to taste his blood.

I take ahold of his wrist, lifting his forearm to my lips and swiping my tongue across the cut. I lick up the blood as it leaks from the wound, almost moaning from the savory taste. If I had fangs, they would be buried in his arm.

"Not that I'm complaining, because this is hot as hell, but what's got your panties so twisted that you wanted the blood?" He raises his eyebrow.

I pull my lips away from his forearm, licking his blood from my lips and gazing up at him. "Just be quiet", I murmur, placing a kiss on his jawline, then reaching for the knife on the counter, desiring more of his blood, fully prepared to slice his flesh in order to obtain more of the addicting substance.

"Scar, stop. Calm down, again not complaining, but seriously. Why are you acting like this?"

I glared up at him, as he continued questioning me instead of remaining silent as I so desired, along with his blood. I grab the knife, holding it against his throat, "shut up", I snap.

"Woah, Scarlett. Think about what you're doing." He looks down at me. "Please."

I don't lower the knife for a moment, but slowly pull myself back to reality as I feel the concern and fear running through his eyes and into mine. I drop the knife, and his gaze, "I'm sorry", I murmur, turning away from him.