Bloodlust

T H R E E

Ten Years Later

Vincent sat on the lab table with needles in his arms. Many layers of bags lay underneath his eyes. He was pale. His hair was unruly and due to be cut. His body barely had any fat or muscle. He was too weak, too tired, to move.

"Hello Vincent," Diedrich walked through the doors with his clipboard and lab coat. "Your mother is pleased with the results of your last test." Vincent didn't respond. He didn't want to know about how his mother felt. He wanted to leave this place. He would rather die than be subject to this torture any longer. On his next day off, whenever that was, he would ensure that his death took place.

Diedrich still talked and talked. That was his signature move. He just spoke nonsense constantly. Vincent didn't particularly care for it. He didn't hate it, he just didn't love it.

"I want to see my son," Vincent's voice was barely audible. Diedrich had understood him. Diedrich always understood him. But, Diedrich didn't always fulfill his wishes.

"Even if you were allowed to see the boy, he wouldn't recognize you or even wish to see you in this state," Diedrich replied. Vincent knew he had a point but he still hated the idea of it being the truth.

"I want to get out of here," Vincent laid down on the table. He didn't have the energy to cry. He wanted nothing more than to shed a tear. But his tears no longer flowed. He was barely a person anymore.

"I know you do," Diedrich felt pity for Vincent. He had been the only person outside of Claudia that had interacted with the man. Vincent had been so lively before, but the years had taken their toll. He no longer flirted with the doctor like he had in the past. Diedrich missed it, kind of, but he didn't return the sentiment in the way he thought he had. No, he didn't love Vincent. Vincent didn't love him either. Diedrich had just kept him company. Sometimes in a sexual sense. Sometimes not.

In his many years of torture, Vincent remembered the vampire. He felt bad that the two hadn't been able to interact more. He wondered how the vampire was doing. That was the only thing keeping him alive. He wanted to see the vampire again. Would he manage it? Or would he die before that time?

Vincent coughed. He hacked. The only food he was ever allowed was in a liquid form. He hadn't eaten a real meal. He was nothing more than a lab rat. "I want to die," he covered his eyes with his needle-free arm. This life wasn't worth living if he wasn't allowed to really live. Why had Claudia been his mother?

"You can't die, Vincent, or Ciel will be subject to this torture too," Diedrich warned. It was the classic reply that he'd heard over the years. He almost believed it.

"Ciel doesn't have the same condition I do. You should come up with a better threat, Diedrich. You've had ten years to think of one." Truthfully, Diedrich had never thought about the blood issue. He only now realized his stupidity. Vincent was too smart for his own good.

"You may have a point," Diedrich agreed. He continued to run his tests.

"I always have a point, you just refuse to listen to them," Vincent rolled his eyes. The doctor did as he wished. He always had his way with Vincent. The man was the only other person outside of Claudia that Vincent ever saw. He formed an attachment to the doctor. But the doctor only felt pity for him. The relationship would never last more than that.

"Will you stop moving around?" Diedrich frowned.

"Only if you give me a kiss," Vincent smiled.

"Aren't you a little too old to be playing these games?" Diedrich scolded.

"Aren't you a little too old to care?" Vincent laughed. "Does that mean you won't give me a kiss?"

"I absolutely will not give you a kiss," Diedrich sighed. Vincent never learned. He was always like this. Although, his outbursts of flirtation had dramatically decreased from the first time the two met. Vincent was losing his will to live more and more as the days went by. He wanted to wither away into nothingness. He wanted to become one with the earth.

"What if I say 'please'?"

"That isn't going to change a thing. You know how Claudia feels about you being in a relationship with anyone."

"Relationship? Please, Diedrich, get over yourself. I never said anything about being in a relationship. I only wanted a kiss," Vincent snickered. Diedrich blushed. He'd assumed without proof. Now he just felt like an idiot.

Vincent knew very well that he wasn't Diedrich's type. Especially not like this. His body wasn't healthy in the slightest. He looked like a hollow shell of what he once was. He felt like it too.

"I think that is enough for today," Diedrcih sighed. He gathered his paperwork and left. Vincent waved with his needle-free arm. As soon as the door shut he tore all of the needles out. He winced with each one. He watched as the blood fell to the ground. This amount of blood loss, would it kill him this time?

His vision failed. He had a lot taken out of him today. He felt his body grow cold. He wanted to die. Maybe he would. A familiar voice called out his name. He wasn't sure where he heard it before. He just knew that he had. "Goodbye," he whispered. This was the end.