Prom

Glow

The blood sprayed from Robert's neck like juice from a juice box. Amy felt it push the loose flaps of his torn flesh deep into her mouth. It flooded across her tongue and, down her throat, splashed over her chin. It was almost unbearably rich. She was floating in velvety darkness. Her mouth was still throbbing with electric shock, but it wasn't pain anymore. Something built fast in her body, a charge gathering from her stomach and rolling outwards, and she barely noticed that Robert was screaming, that he had pushed her away, was staggering backwards. The charge was becoming unbearable and she bit her top lip, clenched her fingers, threw back her head. The darkness inside exploded into light.

Her knees buckled and gave in. Her wrist hit the ground and selt a sharp jolt of agony down her elbow. She collapsed and the cold tile of the kitchen was cold against her bare back. She was savoring the aftermath now. Her body felt very heavy, and she rolled her head slowly against the hard floor, stretching out her neck. Her senses began to come back to her. Even through her eyelids, the light overhead was blinding, came to her as a dirty lime green. She could hear sounds too, gasps of breath and heavy thumps. She raised her head and half opened her eyes.

Robert was halfway across the room already. He was half bent over and one hand was pressed against his neck. A deep burgundy stream of blood came out from between his fingers as she watched, arcing and twisting through the air like a ribbon of red milk. He gasped and took another staggering step. Amy pushed herself up on her elbows and watched him. He was getting weaker by the second, and it made her breath come faster. She tingled and looked down at her body. Between the rivulets of blood rolling down, soaking into her jeans, she had goosebumps everywhere.

She looked back up at Robert, smiled gently and tilted her head. "Where are you going?" she asked. Robert jerked to a stop. He tried to turn his head back to her and his hand slipped. A small sheet of blood splattered against the ground.

"Leave," he said. His voice came out in a low, gurgling rasp. Flecks of blood and spittle came out of his mouth and clung to his lip. "Please." She could just see one of his eyes, staring at her. The pupil was huge. Her eyes trailed down to his neck, his hand covering the leaking wound, his shoulder covered in a thick, wet blanket of blood, his muscular torso dabbed with streaks of it. She looked back up at his neck now, still pulsing, and she felt the first pangs returning to her teeth.

He was still looking at her, mute appeal written all over his face. Another spray of blood escaped his fingers and he sucked in a choking breath. Amy pushed herself to her feet and began, slowly, to walk towards him. He groaned and took another hobbling step away from her. Amy walked towards him, swinging her hips, feeling the blood on the floor soak into her socks.

Walking felt light. She looked around the room. It was a beautiful room. Now she was right behind him. She put her hands over his eyes and he tried to keep walking but she held him there.

"Guess who," she said. Her voice was a purr.

"Unh," said Robert, and tried to pull away. Amy pulled his head back next to hers and smelled his hair again. Definitely lavendar. She nibbled his ear. He tried to push her away with his free arm but there was no power in it anymore and his hand slipped off her stomach and to the side. Amy had to smile to herself. He was like big, clumsy puppy.

She trailed her hands over his face, put one palm flat on his muscular chest and peeled his hand from the wound on his neck with the other. He stiffened and tried to jerk away but she had him pressed against her and he was almost falling over. He gurgled. Amy leaned in and her lips brushed his earlobe. "Ssh," she said, and then she brought her lips down, nipping at his jaw, his neck, and finally her lips reached the torn hole in his throat and she drank.

The feeling wasn't as intense as it had been the first time, but it filled all of her. She felt like she was lying in the park on a sunny day. The blood dripped down her throat and the warmth built inside until there was a firey orange sun inside of her. Robert's knees buckled. Amy knew this was natural.

She stopped drinking and helped him lie down backwards on the floor. His eyelids were fluttering and he was pale. "Robert?" she asked. His Adam's apple moved and Amy could tell he was trying to say something, but it wasn't important. She crawled on top of him, straddling his chest, one knee on either arm, and bent down to drink again. It was coming less readily now and she had to suck with her mouth. She was so full already, so satisfied, but even so she wasn't quite ready to be done. The stream slowed to a trickle and she began to pump his chest with her pelvis, forcing out what blood there was left in small spurts. Then even that was done, and she let her tongue slip inside his wound and ground against him one last time.

She stayed lying there on top of him for a long time, listening to the wind and feeling his body cool. Eventually her breathing slowed and the dark behind her eyes filled with colors and patterns and she dissolved into the room and slept.

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A.N. -- Thanks for hanging out. You're a real trooper and/or weirdo <3