Saving Darkness

Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

Evander's POV:

I wake up, still feeling really tired. I sit up and rub my eyes. I slide off the bed and stumble, falling to the floor. I roll over and sigh in annoyance. I hate having to live off of blood. I try to get up again, but I feel so weak. I need blood. I push myself up and crawl over to the bed. I lean against it and close my eyes, feeling tired again. I hear my door open and look up to see Slayd entering the bedroom with Viridis behind him.

"Evander, you need to have some blood." Slayd murmurs, kneeling down in front of me. I shake my head.

"Let me die." I whisper. I've lived so long. I'm tired of it all. All of my friends are hurt or dead. Why shouldn't I just disappear?

"Nightle and Arran are downstairs. They want to see you." Slayd murmurs, brushing my bangs from my eyes. I push his hand away.

"They don't care about me. Why would they? Tell them to stop, I know they don't care." I close my eyes, wanting to fall asleep again.

"Excuse me? Who said we don't care?" Nightle's voice rings through the room. I open my eyes and look at him. His hands are on his hips as he glares at me. "Drink some blood! Okay? You need it." Arran nods from behind him. He actually looks sad. Why does he care? Why would they care?

"Dayja gave Sorien the knife and Sorien gave the knife to me." I tell them. Nightle looks at Arran and sighs.

"Evander, why the hell did you listen to Sorien? Hes a puppy being ordered around. Though, these days I hear Dayja is in the pits. There was a fight and apparently Dayja lost. Like he always does."

"I'm so stupid." I bury my face in my knees. "This is why I should die." Nightle walks over to me and kneels down in front of me with his black biker boots and skinny jeans.

"Honey, life will kick you in the shins, but what you got to do is kick back. Don't let your mistakes in the past mess with the you in the present. Know what we do with mistakes? We learn from them. So, Evander, think about the past and think about what it has taught you. Don't think negatively, think of the positive things it has taught you and push those negative thoughts out. Everybody makes mistakes. Hell, I've made mistakes and Arran and you still forgave me." Nightle smiles at me. I nod weakly.

"Okay... Can you get me some blood?" I ask him. Viridis comes to the other side of me and holds out his wrist.

"Here, have some of mine. I've given it to you before." Viridis murmurs. Nightle and Arran stare at him in surprise while Slayd glares at him.

"No, he can have my blood." Viridis, grabs Slayd's wrist and shakes his head.

"Your kinds blood isn't good for vampire's. Why do you think they allow you to be in their realm?" Slayd's eyes flash and he stands up, storming out of my room. I open my mouth to say something, but I'm cut off by the smell of Viridis' blood. I look at his wrist, he cut it. I grab it and sink my fangs into it. Nightle swallows and stands up straight, going over to Arran.

Arran smiles at him, wrapping his arm around Nightle's waist.

I gulp down Viridis' blood and close my eyes as I do. His blood tastes sweet. I am curious as to what he meant about how Slayd's blood isn't good for vampires. I pull away, my eyes losing the energy they had when I caught scent of his blood. I can feel it when they change color. Its weird, but interesting. I lick my lips to keep any escaping blood from actually escaping. "Thanks." I nod to Viridis, who nods in return.

"I am always happy to help, Evander." I stand up, feeling much stronger now that I've had blood. I stretch my arms and crack my neck. I clench and unclench my fists. Nightle and Arran smile at me.