bloodlust ー ab.

chapter two

*disturbing scenes ahead, you've been warned*

"Hey, wake up", someone whispered.

I opened my eyes instantly, breathing heavily, feeling the urge to scream, but being unable to.

I focused on my surroundings, till I made out a familiar pair of eyes in the dark, right in front of me. Of course it was Andy.

A concerned look was plastered on his face, and most likely it was because of me overreacting after this scary experience I had in my dream.

I tried to convince myself that I was safe, even though I was still in shock, illusions taking over me, like I'd just seen a horror movie that wouldn't let me sleep at night.

"It was just a dream" I heard Andy's soothing voice, pleasing my ears and making my muscles instantly relax, while he was stroking ever so softly my cheek.

He lied back down, causing me to curl up on his chest.
"Shush love, it's okay" he played with my hair, cold fingers running through my locks softly.

Some hours probably passed and I had fallen asleep on my boyfriend's chest.

I felt him slowly placing me on my side of the bed and I slowly opened my eyes, while he was getting up.

"Morning cutie" he giggled at my sleepy smile. I loved his morning voice, sweet and rough at the same time.

He wore his shorts and made his way out of the room, probably to make breakfast. I stretched and got up to help him.

I walked to the kitchen, opened the windows and then wrapped my arms around his waist while he was making me coffee.

He placed the cups on the table, sitting after and making a gesture for me to sit down too.

"What nightmare were you having last night?" he asked rather hesitantly, for some reason.

"It was um..." I drank some of my coffee in an attempt to get away with it, but I knew I was unable to "it was with you. It was weird and scary, Andy."

He suddenly shut his eyes and let his head fall on his hands.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes" he muttered and rubbed his temple with his fingers.

"Do you have a headache or something?" I asked getting closer to him and kneeling down.

"No. No, I don't." he quickly got up "I'll be at the bathroom"

He almost ran there, shutting the door behind him. Sounds came out of the room, more like whimpering. I walked to the door to hear better. He definitely wasn't okay, but I chose to ignore it, making my way to the kitchen again.

I heard sounds again. It was his voice, but I couldn't understand if he was actually talking or whimpering. Something was muffling the sound.

Half an hour passed, and that's when Ithe sound of a heavy groan came from the bathroom. This wasn't natural at all. It sounded like he was in pain.

"Andy?"

He didn't answer and I knew that I called loud enough for him to hear.

"Are you okay in there?"

A moan followed by a muffled cry startled me. No, he wasn't okay. I ran outside the door, pushing it slightly, only to realize it was locked.

"Andy open the door, what's going on?"

He didn't answer, but I wouldn't give up.

"Andy, please, are you-" a weird noise cut me off. It sounded more like something breaking, I couldn't really make out what that would be.

I pushed the door again and again, to the point I threw my body on it, all of my weight pushing it hard enough for the locker to break and for it to open.

I almost fell on the bathroom floor, but before I even did, I grabbed the hanger next to me, throwing all the towels on the floor.

I raised my head quickly to see what was happening all that time.

Andy was kneeling next to the toilet, his face hidden in it, hands clawing the floor to keep balance.

Relief washed over me as I realised he was probably throwing up.

I leaned over him, caressing his hair. "Are you okay?" I said softly almost whispering.

Andy kept having his head in the toilet with me being able to see anything but his messy hair falling on his shoulders.

"It's over now. Let's wash your pretty face, okay?"

I gently tugged his hair behind his ear. But he wasn't lifting his head.

"Andy?"

He slowly turned himself to me, suddenly raising his head.

I backed away slowly crawling on the floor, terrified and unable to realize that what was in front of me was actually real.

Andy stood there on his knees, tones of blood unstoppably spilling from his mouth, hands red, washed over with it. Bloodshot eyes with a rather sad look, piercing mine, red contrasting his insanely light blue orbs.

"Andy, what's happening" I said breathlessly while grabbing things on my way in an attempt to use them for defense if I needed to.

"I was so thirsty" he said, tears running down his cheeks. The sight was terrifying even if he was actually crying.

He got closer to me, to the point I hit my back against the wall.

He slightly parted his lips, even more blood spilling on the wooden floor. His skin looked insanely pale as he was hovering over me. His gaze wouldn't leave my figure for even a second. The characteristics on his face started transforming from a look of sadness to a devilish smile, while his orbs were turning to even a brighter color, more like red than blue.

I hadn't realized I was crying, till some time passed, still not enough for me to figure out what was going on.

He instantly wrapped his fingers around my neck, in a way that it felt like he was squeezing my lungs to the point I could not even breathe.

"That's in how much pain I am when I cannot get what I want" he growled in my ear, and I felt the blood on him, leaking my clothes.

He breathed slow and heavy and continued, "and I can't control this thirst,"

He licked the blood off his one palm and looked at me.

"And I hate being unable to have control over things."

That's when he dug his nails in my flesh, around my neck and on my arm.

"Too bad though, you can't control me either."

I sobbed loudly and screamed in pain. I couldn't handle it. It felt worse than being stabbed by ten knives at ones.

"I have to please myself this time, don't you think?"

He bit the skin on my collarbone, pain washing over me. I couldn't stop sweating and shaking. Everything seemed blurry and I could only see Andy, sucking everything out of me, feeling a continuous stabbing in my bones.

I was going numb, just like when someone's on drugs. But the problem is, that till I went completely numb, the image in front of me was haunting me and the pain was carving an unpleasant memory on my body, as if I was slowly dying.