Sexy Drug (Sequel to Vampires Will Never Hurt You)

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Kellin POV: 

Mike left after about an hour of so of the visit, but as soon as he had, I led Vic back over to the couch. "Where were we?" I asked. Vic took a long rubber band out of his back pocket. "Oooo kinky, " I said, smirking up at him. I held out my wrists for him, but he swatted them away. 

"It's not like that. I need to see your arm. " Vic's tone was one of concern. I didn't know what he thought that he was doing. So I showed him my arm, and he ran his finger over my inner elbows. I failed to resist the urge to wince. "How many fixes have you been getting? " 

"I don't know what you're talking about, " I insisted, shaking my head. 

"Really, then will that bottle of heroin still be as full as it was last month? Kellin, you said that you were done. " 

"And I am done. Honestly Vic, I've been completely sober for a whole three-" I could feel the lies about to slip off of my tongue. Yes, I'd been doing heroin. But once I got started, it was so hard to stop. But Vic was about the only think that kept me high enough to stay off of it. I was going to die from all these shitty addictions soon. "I've been sober for three days, " I whispered with shame. 

As a matter of fact, I could feel the urge to do it again climb up my throat. I needed something. Where were those stupid pills that Vic made? But then I felt a poking on my lower lip. "Vic?" I asked suddenly. 

Vic's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god. Kellin don't you dare look in a mirror. " 

"Why? What's wrong? " But I could already feel it. My fangs were hanging over my lip, poking at my skin so hard that they were drawing blood. "Also, vampire. Can't look in a mirror. " 

Vic started racing up to his room. I followed him, but he hadn't left out of fear. He finally took out a paper and read it, running his fingers through his hair. "Goddammit Ben! " He shouted. 

"What? What did he do to me? " I asked, panicked. Vic quickly took a picture of me, and I was horrified by my own face. 

I'd barely ever seen the way that I look, but this was certainly not reassuring. My iries had turned a deep shade of crimson, and my fangs had grown so long that I couldn't keep then in my mouth. But they were ripping up my skin, so blood was dripping from them and my chin. It was really, truly horrific. I quickly threw Vic's phone at him, which he caught. "Baby, I'm so sorry. " Vic hugged me tightly. "I never imagined that this would actually happen. I thought it was just a possible side effect. Really, I didn't mean to do, " He gestured to my face, "that." 

"I'm terrifying. " I began to hide my face. 

"Hey, hey listen." He pointed to the sharpie on my wrist. He'd rewritten the words so many times. 

'Dead or Alive. I don't really care. I still think you're beautiful. ' 

"You're beautiful Kells. That doesn't ever change. " Vic kissed me gently, keeping it short and sweet. "You will never, ever be terrifying. Or anything short of beautiful. Okay? No matter what. " Then Vic's mood darkened. He sat on his bed with me, looking me directly in the eyes with a very serious expression. "We need to talk about this addiction thing. I understand that it's hard to get over it, but you can't keep relapsing. Between me and heroin, you can't seem to stop yourself. It's not okay, Kellin. " 

I lifted a shaking hand. "I can't deal with that feeling of dying. If I'm off of it, I can't function. And the only thing that gets me high enough to stop the feeling is your blood." I latched onto his shirt desperately. "I need it so bad I feel sick. Please, just a drink. Just one more needle. I need it so fucking bad, " I coughed out the last words, finally accepting the reality that I'd built up. I'm just a fucked up vampire who needs a high to feel alive. And somehow I'd ended up with someone as special as Vic. He was going to leave me. 

Vic reached up and brushed the tears from my eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, " He said, reading my mind. "I'm going to get you through this. I swear it, Kells. " 

But I didn't get through it. In fact, after two days I couldn't get myself out of bed. "Viiiiiic! " I moaned. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, rubbing my hand. "Please! " I grabbed at his shirt, nearly ripping it off of him. "I need it! I need something! " 

Vic shook his head, looking at me with slight pity. "Kells, baby. You're doing so good. Just wait a little bit longer-" 

I sat up suddenly and kissed him as passionately as I could. I could feel my fangs pressing against his lips, intruding on the kiss. After a few minutes, Vic pushed me off gently. Tears were streaking my face. "I need to feel high so fucking bad you don't even know. Please." 

Vic pulled his shirt over his head. "I guess a little bit of blood never hurt anyone. But please be-ah! " I'd already begun drinking, going way over the usual amount I took, because his blood tasted so good I couldn't help myself. "Whoa, whoa! K-" Vic fell back onto the bed, looking faint. He was breathing really shallow. The mark that I'd left on his wrist left a streak of light that went up to heal the wound, making it scar over because I'd taken way too much. But my fangs had shrunken, and I didn't feel dead anymore. What had I done to Vic?