The Fawx Bite

XIV.

Viola was aware that the room she was in was a comfortable temperature. She shivered though, remembering the pain that had consumed her moments before she had blacked out. But she quickly ignored it, feeling the empty gaping void that was within her stomach. She was so incredibly hungry, startlingly so. Something akin to fire seemed to be burning within her skin, as though within her veins.

There was something else. It felt as though....she couldn't place her finger on it. But there was an incredible weight in her mind as though there was almost more than there had been before. Hesitantly, Viola slowly sat up. She winced against the hunger that clawed at her insides.

She froze, wondering where she was. She had been at homecoming with her Bruce, and Stoker had been there. There had been a moment of fear and pain and suddenly Viola was here. But where was she? And where was Bruce? Unfamiliar scents were all around her, and as she ran her hands over the area she was sitting on, she realized it was silk. Not something that either her or Bruce had on either of their beds at either of their places.

She inhaled. Roses, a sweet vanilla candle that had burned a couple of hours ago, ink, blood, and something akin to frozen cinnamon filled her lungs. Viola felt fear crawl over her skin like a thousand spiders when she realized that she wasn't alone in the room. It wasn't that she could hear his breathing or heart, or feel his warmth near her. It was something she just knew, she was as sure of his presence as she was sure that there were stars in the universe.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

"You know who I am," the voice whispered within her ears, rattling her very bones.

Viola didn't understand why her heart didn't skip a beat, she felt as though it should have. It most definitely should have due to the fact that she realized the man alone with her was none other than her biology teacher. She recoiled, "What do you want with me?"

A hand stroked down the side of her cheek and Viola tried to flinch away. But her body resisted. Her mind whirled in panic, why couldn't she move? Why couldn't she get away? Why was her body turning towards him instead of away? She didn't want to be anywhere near him. Bruce, where was Bruce? There was a gentle chuckle that tickled at her cheek. The blood, the blood came from his breath. "Oh, dear Viola. I already have what I want."

"And what is that?" It felt as though her entire body was bound. To Stoker.

"You are mine," his hand touched her chest. And somehow, she was able to react and her hand went to her chest and pushed his hand away. But she felt something wet and warm. Blood. It wasn't hers. So whose was it?

Screaming.

Fear, uncontrollable fear. And she was so hungry.

Faces. Familiar faces. Blood splattering the walls and warming her tongue.

"Oh my god..." Viola's eyes widened in horror. "I killed them. I killed them all."

Blood choked her, strangling her. She gasped, struggling against the weight of the blood that poured over the top of her. She could hear the screams, could hear the terror of those she had called friends. And she could feel their thoughts, their feelings, their agony in her own body. Viola grabbed her throat, tears pouring over cheeks as she began to howl their pain.

Bruce's voice entered her mind, "What are you doing?"

Why couldn't she respond to him?

She could taste his fear on her tongue. Why could she taste his fear on her tongue? Bruce, Bruce? Can you hear me? Please, I swear I don't know what's going on. I feel as though I am drowning, and yet I am the one causing the drowning.

But Bruce couldn't hear her. She could feel his too warm hand cupping her cheeks. His breath danced along her face. And his lips formed the words, "I'm afraid."

Of what? She wanted to ask. But as her teeth sank into his flesh and his blood slid down her throat, she knew what he was afraid of. Her. Make it stop! And she just began to scream.