Blood Moon

14 | Enough

♛ B  L  O  O  D    M O O N ♛

FRANTICALLY MY EYES scan the empty corridors hoping and praying for someone to walk by and help, but no one does.

Class has already started, I doubt that anyone will be wondering the corridors now. . .

"P-please Natasha, just leave me alone." I stutter not daring to look up to her, keeping my eyes trained to the floor.

"Why? Are you scared?" She smiles broadly from ear to ear, confidence radiates from her.

It's like she enjoys seeing me fearful of her, like she lives for it.

"What do you want?" I question anxiously, my voice barely audible.

Unexpectedly she takes a step closer to me so I go to take a step back but then I realise that I physically can't, my back is pressed up against a wall of lockers and there's no where else to go.

"Your blood." She says casually admiring her perfectly manicured nails.

She wants my blood?

Did I hear her correctly?

I look back at her wide - eyed unable to form words, how do I even respond to that?

"I'm kinda bored." She huffs rolling her heavily eye shadowed eyes, "And hungry." She adds making my heart pound.

I gulp nervously after the words leave her mouth.

I bring my wrist behind my back in fear of being fed from again which catches her attention.

"What are you doing?" She eyes my actions questionably.

"N-Nothing." I reply hesitantly.

"Show me what your hiding. Now!" She orders raising her voice and folding her arms against her chest.

I shake my head defiantly.

Grabbing my wrist she yanks me forwards, a sharp cry emits from me.

Please God, don't let her see it.

Carelessly she tugs my sleeve up revealing the fang marks embedded deeply into my skin, her eyes widen in shock.

"You whore!" She spits in vexation which something that I really didn't expect her to say.

"Whore?" I question in disbelief, did she really just call me that?

"You heard me, whore!"
Her eyes turn from Chocolate to a deadly crimson.

I try yanking my arm back when she tightens her grip on my wrist allowing her nails to dig into my skin.

"Your so desperate for him that you offered him your blood! Do you really think that letting him drink from you will make him want you?!" She barks angrily.

What the hell is she talking about?!

"P-Please stop! Your hurting me!"
I cry in agony feeling warm tears roll down my cheeks.