Camp Bloodshed

Chapter 4

Stalker------->l

Wolf--------->l

i woke up with a bigger pain in my shoulder. i went up to my mirror. it started to bleed again under my bandage's. i really need someone to help my gashes this is.....too much.

i quickly placed on a black shirt and asked wolf if he knew who Star's Captain was or where was she.

"yeah her Captain is Stalker" i nod "and careful he's strange" i haven't heard that much about stalker. everyone calls him a creep or crazy but wait aren't we all crazy?

i walked into Stalker's Camp not really sure which cabin is Star's. i knocked on the first one i saw. The door opened to a pair of soft eyes and brown hair. he was cute. "yes?" he answers, his voice soft and deep sending shiver down my spine.

"sorry i was looking for Star"

"she's helping with training , whatever you need i could help you"

i think he noticed the blood seeping through my shirt. i nod. he let me i his cabin. then noticed i was just talking to stalker. he doesn't seem that bad. "sir you dont really have to help my injury i can do it myself"

he shakes his head "i would more-likely take care of this now" i nod. "can you take your arms out your sleeves?" i obeyed and let my t-shirt cover my chest.

*Stalker's P.O.V*

my eyes widen at the sight of the two red patches. i slowly took off the bandages. she winces a bit "sorry" i placed them on the nearby table. i dont understand why will anyone hurt Cat she's too beautiful. then a image of Jagger popped up. he always hated her for some reason. im going to kill him for what he did to her.

i grabbed another clothe and put alcohol on it to clean the gashes. as i did she groaned and winces in pain. i stopped at each swipe to let her gather herself.

more thoughts of me killing Jagger went through my head. He's died and i know it! then i glanced at cat and questions entered my head like.....'how does she taste?' .'i wonder what her blood taste like?', 'does she have a different blood color?' the blood questions were in my head because i started to become blood thirsty of Jagger's death i was planning.

"what color is your blood?"

she smiled at my question. "a darker crimson, red with a dash of black"

"what does it taste like?"

"bitter-sweet"

i looked at the bloody scissors and tried the blood myself by licking the blades. she was right and it taste wonderful. i noticed she was staring in awe and not in disgust.

i placed the now cleaned scissors down. "how was it?" she asked. i smiled at her brown complexion and new short hair.

"wonderful really" she smiles and puts on her shirt correctly and carefully over the stitches.

"thank you, stalker" she was about to leave.

"wait do you want to stay a little longer to make sure the bleeding stopped?"

she stopped by the door "can i?" she questioned with slight hope and fear.

"yes, you can stay here on the bed"

"thank you" she sat on my bed. i smiled.