Dark Blood

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© Amber Kalkes 2014

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My previous assumption turned out to be wrong. It has been a week since I’ve seen Orin though I do see his eyes every so often…in my dreams. The dreams are always concluding with him biting before I wake up hot and bothered. It’s been driving me nuts. Especially because the energy I took from him is starting to dwindle causing my body to act up negatively.

At first it’s as simple as my hair falling out. A few strands in the shower and then clumps. Then my skin begins to pale while the skin around my eyes becomes baggy and dark. After that I start getting painful stomachaches before I start having this nasty cough. Soon that cough turns into me couching up blood and soon I’m barely able to get out of bed. I’ve never made it past the last stage.

Last time I even came close I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was fifteen and had never even kissed a boy before let alone had sex. I was in bed, coughing up blood when Edie came in looking concerned. She kissed my forehead trying to calm me down when I started crying in fear of what was happening. Suddenly I felt a volt of energy spread through my body. She did it again before getting a concentrated look on her face and then laying a chaste kiss on my mouth. The stomachache stopped immediately. We did some research and realized that I was a succubus. It’s an odd term but it’s exactly as it sounds. I literally have to suck the life force from someone. Now, just simple chaste kisses can give me a boost but it can’t fully charge me. No I need the energy given off during sex to so that.

At fifteen you can image how daunting that seemed.

Instead I started to just make out with boys. Sure, I had a reputation but it kept me healthy and it wasn’t like I put much stock in what others thought of me anyway. Well I mean other then calling me a freak or anything. Personally I’d rather be thought of as a slut than a wing-growing freak. Call it a personal preference.

 Anyway, I ended up just surviving off of the sexual energy of boys in school from making out, heavy petting, or the more advanced favors but it wasn’t until I reached my way late teens did I actually feed as intended. It was definitely an experience but it wasn’t something I liked doing. Still, a girl has to do what a girl has to do and since my personal stalker was M.I.A I have to get resourceful.

Pulling myself out of bed I walk over to my closet and pull out a black skirt that falls about mid thigh with a lace overlay and a slit that cuts about a centimeter below my underwear line. I pair this with a red skin-tight low cute camisole and then put on a black leather jacket on top of that. For the final touch to the outfit I slip on some thigh stockings with some combat boots. Could I wear heels? Sure but with me probably having a drink or two I don’t want to break my neck if things got a bit wobbly.

I slip on some red lips, wing my eyeliner and swipe on some mascara as well before ruffling my hair a bit so it doesn’t look so flat. I look at my reflection then nod, yeah, I guess if I were a dude I’d bang me. Grabbing some cash I step out of my room to meet the wide-eyed blue eyes of Edie and Nola. Nola has her mouth open, stopping mid-play time with Mr. Tulip Toes and gaping at me.

“Lala you look pretty!” she yells making me jump at her mere volume.

Edie gives me a smirk, “Going to meet your friend?”

I scowl at her, “No, I’m going to go find something to eat.”

“Oh.” She says with raised eyebrows, “Well don’t be too late and be safe, okay?”

“Of course.” I chirp before blowing a kiss to Nola. “Bye, girls!”

“Bye Lala!”

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