Unnatural// 5SOS & 1D

Blood// part one

h.s: Thirst

I shot up off the ground, gasping loudly and grabbing my chest. Where the hell was I? Was my first thought, and the second, where's the nearest source of water? A couple of choking coughs later I was able to sit up straighter and blinking rapidly, I gathered my bearings. I was on the floor of a house, a living room I think. How I got there I didn't have the slightest clue. Nothing looked familiar so this certainly wasn't my house.

There weren't any pictures on the mantle and the furniture was all pretty basic. There was nothing to even indicate if a man or a women lived here. Had I been kidnapped? Did I have amnesia? I tried thinking back to what I last remembered. Maybe I blacked out from something. I was drawing a blank. It's not like I didn't remember who I was or my life, I just couldn't remember anything that happened in the past 24 hours. I quickly ran through everything I was certain of in my head.

My name was AnaCristina. I lived on 27th street. I have two parents, no brothers or sisters. I am nineteen years old. All the important things I could remember, like where I went to high school, the names of my best friends but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what had happened to me that would have brought me to this house.

Clearing my throat, I swallowed, trying to wash away the feeling of how dry my throat was. Standing up slowly, my vision blurred a bit but I didn't fall down or collapse. First things first I should get out of here. I was about to head for the door when the dryness in my throat became almost unbearable. I was thirsty, really thirsty.

Cautiously I headed for the kitchen and when I saw no one down the hallway or in the kitchen, I moved toward the fridge and opened it. I grabbed the first water bottle on the top shelf and untwisted the cap. I drank the entire bottle in under a minute maybe. I sighed and crushed the bottle in my hands. As I was breathing in I smelled something that made me turn around slowly. It was metallic, sort of like copper. I don't know how I didn't notice it before! The scent was so strong. I didn't know where it was coming from but I knew what it was. Blood.

I don't really know what came over me but I followed the smell of it. Heading back to the front door, I opened it slowly and stepped out. It wasn't locked. If I had been kidnapped why wouldn't they lock the door? The backyard didn't look familiar in the slightest. The house appeared to be in some wooded area which was common in Oregon. I breathed in again. The smell was coming from the shed.

There was blood, lots of it. The sent was making me anxious. Was someone bleeding out? Did they need help? The smell was worse when I opened the shed door. Actually, it was more like I ripped it off its hinges. I didn't have time to dwell on that fact though. There was a guy standing in the room. He couldn't have been much older than me and was tall with curly hair that framed his face. He looked like the kind of guy who asked about your feelings.

There was just one problem though, he was standing over a second guy who was strapped to a table and gagged. The guy on the table had his wrists cut wide open and bowls had been placed below his arms to collect the blood. The man was limp and judging by the amount of blood in the bowls, he had been there a while.

Staring at the blood flowing from the man's open wounds should have made me gag or want to run away instead, I got a different feeling from it. There was this incredible ache in the pit of my stomach and for some reason I knew that drinking this mans blood would quench it. Which sounded absolutely fucking crazy.

My teeth began to hurt for some reason and I put my hand over my mouth. I didn't know if the guy had noticed me yet. He hadn't looked up when I wrenched open the door and I didn't know what to do next. The man was clearly going to die. It was too late to stop this guy from doing whatever he was doing and part of me wasn't sure if I even wanted to stop him.