The Corruption Within

The Corruption Within Chapter 4

I'm not sure exactly when I woke up, but my body seemed to react of its own free will. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling like I'd been through a shredder, followed by a blender and then one of those cuisine dicers. Rolling onto my side, I sluggishly stood up, my legs a little unsteady.

The towel I'd been left with that morning was on the floor and as I reached to pick it up, the bedroom door opened. A bright light filled the room and I shielded my eyes with one hand, cringing in pain from the offensive illumination. Sally was standing in the doorway with a wicked grin. "Morning sunshine! Well.... afternoon, but its morning for us Vamps." I growled at the woman, showing my fangs. "Not funny..." I muttered. She rewarded my grumpiness with a teasing grin.

The little DJ held something in her left hand and when I looked closer, my eyes adjusting to the light, I realized it was a bag, dark green with a label I didn't recognize. The contents looked like clothing and after a moment it was confirmed as she chucked the bag underhanded towards me and I caught it.
Standing up I bit my lip in embarrassment when I realized the towel was still on the floor. She smirked and gave me a sly wink, gliding into the room and opening the fridge to retrieve one of the blood bags. Wait, fridge? I frowned in confusion for a second before I realized I was in Alexandre's room, Sally didn't have a refrigerator.

I watched her use the microwave the same as I had, but she left it in for a full minute instead of thirty seconds. She caught me staring and pulled the glass out, holding it up to her lips and taking a sip. "I like it hot, reminds me of tomato soup." She closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure, her fangs growing slightly from blood lust. Looking up again, she flashed me a brief smile.

" I'm betting your trying to figure out why you're in here and not my room. We moved you while you were asleep. It was Alex's idea. I needed to take a nap to conserve my strength for tonight."

Her eyes raked my body slowly and she bit her lip. "Much as I like looking, perhaps you could get dressed so we can have a conversation without distraction?" She ran her tongue across her lower lip, taking in the excess blood. I shivered, the action erotic and enticing, and opened the green bag of clothing.

I stared in horror for a second before looking up. "You can't be serious!" I barked, looking down and then up again in complete disbelief. She doubled over laughing, placing a hand on her chest. "Oh my god, that look!" She pointed and giggled before trying to calm down to take another drink.

I sighed in irritation and pulled out the contents. The outfit was all black, as most of her clothing, but they were the male equivalent of emo style, through and through.

The outfit started with a black denim jacket, a crossover chrome zipper stitched over the front from left to right. The garment had a thick full collar that could be raised up like an old private eye detective and a plethora of metal studs and rivets that covered the entire surface. The arms had circular studded patterns of chromed metal wrapping around them and a streak of dark red ran from neck to hip on the right side.

The pants were black skinny jeans with a skull emblem on the left leg, more metal studs on the pocket lining and a white stripe running down the right leg to the knee.

The boots were ankle high and had a steel toe of solid shiny black. The material was something I wasn't accustomed to and it had black leather straps instead of laces.

I looked up at her and grumbled under my breath. I knew asking her was a mistake, but they were clothes and they'd let me move about freely while maintaining my modesty.