𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓

[2]: Glass Half Full

He'd decided to take the girl. Not for anything other than the fact that he'd been running out of blood in the recent months. Since winter began, the decrease in hikers and dog walkers was huge.

It was strange, to keep Cassie as a human blood bag, his human blood bag, but he needed blood to survive. If he kept living the way he was, he'd die before the winter was over.

The thin twigs snapped under his steel toe boots, causing the local woodland creatures to scurry away in fear. The damp air invaded his nostrils from through the trees.

Although Ross had been enough to sustain his energy, he could feel himself growing weaker by the minute, and the smell of fresh organs bleeding through the bag over his shoulder wasn't helping.

The leaves of the tall trees hung over in a canopy-like manner, protecting Marilyn and the girl draped over his shoulder from the heavy rain.

Marilyn wasn't surprised at how little she weighed, she looked like she hadn't been fed in days.

A stone cobble house appeared in the distance, as if it was intentionally greeting Marilyn and it's new guest. He stormed into the house, thrusting the girl onto his freshly made bed. Despite his extra curricular activities that he liked to do in his spare time, living in an untidy environment was unbearable for him.

Even though Cassie wasn't going to be alive for much longer, Marilyn couldn't leave her unclothed like she was.

His fingers twitched as he pulled the soft material of one of his shirts over Cassie's bruised head. She remained unconscious as he slid some of his pants over her legs.

He left the room, taking the bag of freshly harvested organs with him.

Cassie awoke surrounded by a variety of different bed sheets - she never had any bed sheets, let alone a soft mattress to sleep on. Her eyes snapped open, widening when she realised she wasn't at home.

It took her a while to remember what happened, but when she did her stomach began to turn again. "Ross..?" She croaked, but nobody came, unsurprisingly.

Cassie contemplated what she should do before slowly peeling the soft sheets from her body, her weak arms almost dropping down as she did so.

Her brows furrowed as she stared at the comfy material that was draped over her body, Cassie wasn't complaining though, she hadn't wore a proper clothes in so long.

She hadn't walked in so long, either. She attempted to stand up, but she just fell straight onto the stone floor. As she did so, the glass vase on the table beside the bed clattered onto the ground and smashed into multiple shards.

Minutes later, the rusted door slammed open, revealing the man from before. She tried to get up again, but ended up on the ground once more.

Marilyn waited with an angry expression, but she didn't say anything - she was absolutely petrified, so all Cassie could do was look up at him from her position on the ground.

He wrapped his firm hand around her thin wrists, then pulled her frail body up from the ground. She wobbled on her feet, but stopped abruptly as he moved his hands to her upper arms.

"You broke my fucking vase." He growled. Cassie shrunk back as she felt his hot breath fan across her face.

"I... I-" She stuttered. Cassie hoped and prayed he wouldn't kill her - especially since she'd seen the damage this man could do.

He stared at her, before dropping her to the ground again. He stormed out; Cassie sighed in relief. But to her dismay, he returned with a broom and a dustpan clutched in his pale hands.

Marilyn tossed the cleaning equipment down my her feet. "Clean it up." Was all he said before turning around and storming out. The loud sound of the door colliding with the stone made Cassie jump.

She did what Marilyn told her to in hopes he'd give her a bit of food in return. She was almost done when she felt a piece of glass pierce her thigh.

She winced, plucking the shard from her flesh. Her eyes widened as she felt warmth trickle down her leg, it was blood. Cassie was lucky she was familiar with the liquid.

Trying her hardest not to get any blood on Marilyn's floor, Cassie finished sweeping up the glass the best she could.

Once she'd finished, Marilyn came back into the room. "You're bleeding." His jaw locked at the sight before him.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, pushing forward the tray of glass and the broom. Marilyn nodded, seeming pleased.

"Good girl," He praised, before leaving once again, and returning with a large glass of water and a plate of various berries. Cassie's mouth watered at the sight.

He set the food down and knelt down, picking Cassie up and putting her on the bed.

Cassie watched Marilyn walk over and grab an old, rusted wooden box that was rotting away in each corner.

He flipped open the box and searched for something. Cassie realised it was a first aid box.

Marilyn reached over and passed her the glass of water. "Drink," He commanded, and she did. The cool liquid was like heaven for Cassie's throat as she gulped it down as fast as she could.

When she finished, Cassie was about to set the glass back on the table, but instead she was surprised when the glass was pried from her fingers and placed right where the blood was dripping from her leg.

Eyes wide, she tried to remove her leg from Marilyn's grasp, but he held it in place. It was useless, the only thing she could do was watch as the glass got fuller and fuller.

When the glass was full, Cassie cringed when Marilyn brought the red liquid up to his painted lips. She couldn't help but divert her attention to the wall behind him as he downed the blood that once ran through her veins.

Marilyn wiped his deep red lips and set the empty glass down. He then gingerly passed the plate of berries over to her to eat whilst he cleaned her wound.

Cassie wasted no time in digging in to the colourful fruits. She hardly felt the fingertips grazing over her thigh as Marilyn wrapped her wound in gauze.

When they were both finished, Marilyn didn't leave. He just knelt with a stone cold expression, staring up at Cassie.

She'd finally grown confident enough to ask the question that had been playing on her mind ever since she woke up, "Why am I here?"

There was a long pause, making Cassie almost regret speaking up, but just as she was going to apologise, he started talking.

"I need blood," He grumbled. Cassie was expecting more, but that's all she got.

Marilyn hesitated, but got up and left anyway.

Cassie didn't know what to do now. She contemplated following him, but she didn't want to be scolded again.

Cassie fell back on the bed, various thoughts running through her mind. She was too tired to stay awake. Eventually she felt herself drift off into a deep sleep.