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Chapter 13- Feeding time
Brilai had me thinking about a lot, so much in fact, it made my brain hurt.
I found myself walking home- the place where I would be greeted by loneliness and pain. It hit me hard like a hurricane going full force dead center in my heart. The pain I felt was indescribable, but I hid it deep down inside my heart where I could find it at the proper time and deal with my sorrow then.
Now, was not that time.
My muddy boots stuck to the floor as I trudged to the bathroom. I breathed in the stale air, steadying myself, trying to prevent the tears- the memories. The air was silent, there were no sounds, and it was too quiet.
I walked into the bathroom and looked at my reflection. It was pitiful and retched. My eyes were abnormally red, blazing red. The tears I had shed today did nothing for my physical appearance and it did not help that I was starving, craving blood. My hair fell in clumps of grease around my face and tiny imperfections dotted my forehead. I shuttered and turned my attention away from the mirror, shedding my clothes and getting into the scorching shower.
I felt all of my tense muscles relax and so did I. I let all my worries, pain, and hurt fade for a while. I let go of everything, everything I was supposed to be, everything wrong. I felt normal again; I felt like the Bristol that I was before all of this had happened. Before my brother died, before the War.
It felt amazing to let go of it all, to stop crying. I felt free underneath that water, and as I bathed my dirt-caked body, I felt cleansed, not only physically but also emotionally. With each piece of dirt that fell off a burden lifted from my shoulders. It felt great to be alone for five seconds to not have to put up with anyone’s drama, aside from my own. I had forgotten, in the midst of this war, how it felt to be Bristol Love Cromwell.
I stayed in the shower until the hot water began to turn to ice. I grabbed my towel that was hanging over the curtains and wrapped it around my body before I stepped out of the shower and I was glad I did. Jeremiah greeted me as soon as the first foot fell from the shower floor onto the hardwood.
“Did you have a good shower?” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes “What are you doing here Jeremiah? Can I not get any peace and quiet for five seconds?”
Jeremiah looked at me as if I was crazy. I huffed and stalked to my bedroom but his voice just grew louder. “Maybe when we aren’t in the middle of a serious issue involving vampires, werewolves, spirits, witches and mortals.” He paused “Nah, probably not then either.”
I slammed my bedroom door and let my towel slide of my body. I pulled a pair of panties on and strapped a bra to my back. Jeremiah knocked on the door “Yoo-hoo! You can’t avoid me forever!”
I opened the door and his jaw fell open “Yeah and why can’t I Jeremiah?”
He immediately regrouped and smoothed his shirt. “Because Bristol, we have extremely impatient, starving vampires to feed.”
The agonizing thirst I had been ignoring ever since the change, emerged again. I rubbed my aching throat. I was happy that Jeremiah did not have blood, or else he might not still be standing. “And by the way you are looking at me, you must be too.” Jeremiah spoke with such lightness in his voice it aggravated me.
“You don’t have to lightly speak when you are talking about me feeding Jeremiah; I am content with who I am now.”
“Yeah, but I just feel like I am stepping on broken glass every time we talk about it.” He responded. I walked to my closet and began sifting through clothes finally deciding on a pair of solid red jeans and a loose gray sweater. “That looks good,” he said while lying back on my bed.
“Don’t change the subject,” I snapped. He sat up “Someone is grumpy, by the way where is Lynus? He should be here.”
I stared into my closet biting my tongue, literally. “Don’t know, don’t care.”
“Okay, well that’s good, but what are we going to do about the vampires. They are going to start feeding on the witches or even worse, switching sides.”
“Tell them to go hunting,” I whispered. It was something I never would have said before in a million years. I would have never encouraged ripping a mortals throat out, but it sounded extremely compelling and warm blood was enticing now.
“What did you just say?”
I shrugged “They have to get blood some way Jeremiah. Let them leave, let them feed.”
Jeremiah stood up and vaporized closer towards me “Aren’t we trying to save the humans, not eat them?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Thinking of killing someone who was a parent or who had a family that loved him or her was heart breaking. I could not do it; I would rather die than hurt someone. I could not understand why I could not do it though, wasn't it supposed to be in my nature? To hunt, kill and eat?
“Hello! Earth to Bristol.”
I jumped out of the train of thought and landed in the real world, finally replying to Jeremiah. “Yes, but would you rather it be a few or all of them?”
“Ah, yeah I guess you are right.” He started towards the door and when he realized I was not following behind him, turned and motioned for me to follow.
“I can’t Jeremiah.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
I threw my hands up with frustration “I am not one of them! I cannot just go out there and feed on whomever I come across, I cannot kill someone with a life, a family! I have a conscience. I just can’t do it.”
Jeremiah looked at me confused. “But you will die Bristol. Without blood you will wither away and die!” I did not respond for a few seconds but when I did my voice was not solid at all, it had cracks all the way through it. I did not want it to be true, what he was saying, but it would be if I did not feed. I stood up straighter and applied some fake confidence to the tone.
“Then we better hurry up and win this war.”
-Hey, y'all. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It gives you more of an insight to Jeremiah, as a character and as Bristol's friend. I hope you found it fasinating and compelling and I hope that you continue to read this story! It honestly means the world to me! Sorry, that I haven't been updating lately, I hope this chapter made up for it. Hopefully, I will get the opportunity to update soon again and know that I will try hard for you all!
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