Wow, That Sucks

2. End: a final part of something, especially a period of time.

The air was marginally better once I got to the edge of the trees. It was still humid as fuck, but the heat from the fire and the crush of bodies wasn't contributing anymore. The music was still audible, but the trees acted like a wall covered in sound-cancelling material. Crickets chirped and frogs croaked louder the closer I got to the creek. I noticed that the stars were bright tonight against the new moon. Stretching my arms into the air, I closed my eyes a took a deep breath before sitting down on a particularly large boulder.

The longer I looked the more I realized that the creek was more of a stream with the land sloping down steeply to meet it at some points. The boulder I was sitting on was jutting out of one of those steep parts. I kicked my legs, and for a moment, I was a little kid again, sitting on the kitchen counter while Mom cooked with the windows open.

Sitting along let me gather up my energy again. I loved my friends, but they could all be quite a handful. I hadn't planned on going out tonight, and I was looking forward to Netflix on the couch while Connie and Sasha pigged out, but I was also glad to be included.

I sat there for what felt like a half an hour with the wind blowing gently against my cheek from the east. A loud shout from the direction of the party interrupted my nostalgia. I opened my eyes.

And a hand covered my mouth.

My initial thought was somebody was just fucking with me, but it became apparent this wasn't a drill when an arm wound around my torso and a body pressed against my back. I felt my heartbeat kick up in my ribs like a skittish horse wanting to be set free.

I tried to scream, but the hand covering my mouth was firm and unforgiving. Their finger and thumb started to pinch my nose at the same time, and I was suffocating. I was dying. I was being killed. My arms gripped at the ones keeping me captive wouldn't budge. All the scratching and squeezing in the world couldn't get them to let go.

I bucked and flailed, and God I can't breathe somebody please help me I--

I stopped moving. Went limp. Stayed like that.

Their fingers slowly, cautiously moved away from my nose, and I took in the longest, most surreptitious breath I could. My mind was somehow focused enough to know that they didn't want me dead, just unconscious. I didn't dare open my eyes even when they tilted my head to the side. I couldn't hear their breathing. I couldn't hear anything over the sound of blood roaring through my ears.

What do you want? Why me? Wh--

My mind shorted out when they bit me in the fucking neck .

It was impossible to think anything. I could only feel, and I was feeling a strange mix of disgust, fear, and anger but also an even weirder combination of... pleasure? If I'd been able to think, I would've thought about how this was not the time to find out I had a kink for being bitten.

I could hear them sucking and swallowing, and the grotesque sounds cleared some of the haze. My legs were hanging off the edge of the boulders, so it wouldn't help me to kick them. My arms obviously wouldn't do anything since they hadn't already, and I doubted the element of surprise would help much--especially since they had their arms around me still. I could scream again, but then they'd try to suffocate me yet again. I couldn't headbutt them since their face was in my neck. But their hand was still over my mouth...

I slowly let my mouth drop open so as not to draw attention to it. When I was sure they'd be surprised. I reached up, held their hand to my mouth, and bit down as hard as I could.

Their mouth let go of my neck with a pop! --worst hickey ever--and they fucking hissed at me, but I still didn't let go even as they were yanking. Blood filled up my cheeks and ran down out of the corners of my mouth, but I couldn't spit without letting them go, so down my throat it went. It tasted strongly of copper and something that wasn't quite like blood. I don't know how to explain it.