the boy in the forest

need my blood?

Ambrosia's Pov

It's been almost seven weeks since the incident. Since then, I have not had any dreams. He has not come to me, not even once. When I say " he ", he means that handsome, not so gentle stranger. That'd be a lie if I said I didn't want to meet him. His uninvited visitations used to scare the shit out of me. For now, I oddly wish to see him, to lose myself in his mesmerizing eyes, to have a long talk. This should not be happening. I know that. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

I'm taking Gemma for a walk since today is quite sunny. Gemma plays an important part in helping me forget him. Life is back to normal but I have to admit that I feel incomplete like a part of me was ripped apart from me. I don't even feel alive. Why am I being like this? I don't know the reason too.

Having over self analyzing, I don't even notice that I'm in front of my house. I unlock the door, " Gem, push the door."

I have trained her to open and close the door. She stands on her little paws and pushes the door. " Good girl"

She runs straight towards the living room without even looking back at me. " Hey Gem"

" Why are u in a rush? We already have had our breakfast," I carefully put the home key in my pocket. Gemma starts barking.

" Hey shut up Gem, the neighbors are gonna hate u," I walk into the living room to find out why she's being so aggressive. She is normally a very friendly and obedient girl.

My feet halt themselves instinctively when I see a man standing tall on my carpet with his shoes on. I'm thrilled at the thought of Mr. All Black, but when he looks in my eyes, that excitement disappears within a second. He's not my stranger.

" Ok, what is with the strangers coming into my house without my permission?" I stand at the safe distance. Gemma keeps barking. That stranger rubs his temples indicating that Gem is being obnoxious.

He kneels down and pat Gem's ears. Gem suddenly stops barking. He has a way with dogs, I guess. Gem licks his face and wags her tail in a friendly manner.

"Stop touching my dog. If u r a robber, take whatever u want and get out. Just don't hurt us. I'm a college girl pursuing medical technology. I don't have anything valuable which is worthy for ur robber. No gucci, no dior, no jimmy choo," I rumble.

" I need u to do me a favor. I'm not here to hurt u. It's life and death situation ," he seems to be in a hurry. He keeps fidgeting. I notice that.

I look at him suspiciously. His eyes are begging.

" Have a seat," I pat the couch letting him have a talk. What could he want from me?

" I can't explain you much but I need ur blood." This guy is getting more and more complicated.

" Technically my friend. Ur blood could save him. U have met him. Remember? He brought u home that night. And he sent u lavender. Also his blood. That little bottle. To heal ur wound on ur ankle," he explains to me breathlessly.

" I'd be laughing at ur face if u said that two years ago. Considering the fact that I experienced a lot weeks ago, I'll to try to understand u. But I need u to answer me some of my questions."

He nods letting me continue my interrogation.

" What are u and ur friends?"

" I'm a vampire."

I literally stop breathing for a moment.

" Ok. Then ur friend wants to feed on me. That's why u need my blood. Is that it?" My voice shaking obviously.

" No we feed on animals and blood bags. He's a hybrid-half werewolf, half vampire. His blood resistance is even greater than me. He was attacked by a pack of wolves two weeks ago. During the attack, he was badly injured. Still not recovering."

" I thought vampires can heal immediately."

" Yes, every vampire can. He lost that ability twelve years ago."

I sigh heavily. I feel like my brain is gonna explode at any minute.

" Every time he gets hurt, I use my blood to cure him. And it works every single time but now. That's because he is my best friend, more like brother. I'd die for him and he'd die for me. We are mentally attached. Like telepathy. I can feel when he's not well and vice versa. I try with his uncle's, aunt's, sister's and anyone's who he could be attached to. Nothing works. Then I remember him visiting u a couple of times. U r the last card to save him, " he says breathlessly.

" So u think I'm attached to him mentally," I raise my eyebrow.

" I hope so. I can explain u the very detail. For now," he hands me a pocket knife, " he needs ur blood."

" Do you have an anticoagulant?" I take the knife from him and click it open.

" An anti what?" he seems to be confused. It's sure that he's not majoring in science.

" An anti c o a g u l a n t" I spell him. " A substance that prevents coagulation. The blood needs a certain temperature and a certain anticoagulant to remain,"

" Enough with the science. Tell me what to do," he interrupts impatiently.

" Do u want the fresh blood, right?"

He nods several times.

" I'll follow u and give him intravenously. That's the most efficient way for my blood to flow in his veins."

He seems to be impressed. " Ok, let's go."

"Let me grab the necessities."

" Get a wriggle on."

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