Bloodless (An Eruri Fanfiction)

The Beginning

It was December. A freezing cold night that chilled me to the bone, the crisp air rendering all feeling in my fingers, which were covered in velvet soft gloves. I had been taking the trash out, shivering in my thick jacket, the hood offering little to no protection against the brutal wind. No wonder they were calling for snow. But the cold wasn’t the only thing on my mind. The darkness of the night made my heart pound and thunder in my ears. I could only hear the distant roar of cars down at the main road and my own heavy breathing, clouds of every heavy exhale puffing out in front of my face. Something wasn’t right. It felt as if I was being watched. Something made my skin itch and crawl, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, tingling in response to the unknown presence out in the shadows.

It’s nothing, I told myself firmly. Ignore it. But I couldn’t. It didn’t go away. As I stride down my driveway on wobbly knees I notice that I’m walking faster and faster. My heartbeat is quickening rhythm and my forehead is breaking out in a cold sweat. Something definitely isn’t right. By the time I reach the trash bin and throw the trash bag inside of it, I feel nauseous. The kind of nauseous where I might fall at any given moment. As if there was a cue, hot breath blows across the back of my neck, and a low voice whispers quietly so only I can hear it.

“Sing your song for me, little bird.” The voice is deep and it rumbles, making my blood run as cold as the air around me. It’s all it takes to get me sprinting full speed back up my driveway. My lungs burn and my legs ache in protest from the sudden burst of movement but I don’t care. Adrenaline surges through my veins and it drives me on, making me run as fast as I possibly can. The fear floods my senses and my mind, making me start to wheeze and almost hyperventilate. I don’t stop until I reach my front door and even then I fling it open and slam it shut, locking the doorknob and the bolt, stumbling backwards and falling with a startled yelp. Coughing and desperately trying to catch my breath, I lay there, dumbfounded and speechless.

What in the bloody hell just happened? I had no answer to my own question. My mind was blank and I briefly wondered if I was going into a state of shock. Hugging my legs to my chest and squeezing my eyes shut, I try to calm myself down, taking greedy gulps of air, my throat stinging. I am a grown man. I shouldn’t be this pathetic, scared of the dark and imagining things like some child. Muttering curses under my breath, I hoist myself to my feet and strip off my many layers of jackets. Hanging them up, I try my best to forget what happened outside. It must have been my imagination. There’s no other logical explanation for it.

“Damn, I’m tired.” I growl out and rush to bed, crawling underneath the blankets. My heart still hasn’t calmed its frantic and heavy beats, the sound thundering in my ears rhythmically. It’s what lulls me to sleep, my eyelids becoming heavy until I finally sink into the comforting darkness of rest.

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Sleep doesn’t save me for long. In the middle of the night, I feel something warm and wet touch my neck. Still cast under the spell of sleep, I let out a drowsy grunt, my eyes slowly fluttering open as my lips twist into a confused frown. That’s when I feel the weight on top of me. The hulking dark figure, and the realization that the stranger is pinning down my wrists. My eyes snap open and all at once I’m wide awake, gasping in air and frantically trying to fight back.

“Get off--!” My shrill voice is abruptly cut off when I feel something sharp pierce the skin of my neck. Tears prick at my eyes from the fear and searing pain. I let out a helpless groan as I feel my own warm blood trickle out of the new wound. Terror floods my mind when a wet tongue laps up the crimson liquid and I suddenly understand.

A vampire? I had never believed in the stories and many novels and movies of the creatures, but in this moment, my doubts wash away. I desperately try to fight back, kicking my legs. The man lets out a deep growl and he uses his own legs to pin mine. I hiss in pain when sharp fingernails dig into my wrists and the fangs deep in my throat sink even deeper.

“Stop…” I croak out, the disgusting feeling of him drinking my blood making me shudder. The tears sting at my eyes and blur my vision, trickling down my cheeks. Am I going to die like this, at the mercy of a creature no one believes to exist? Darkness starts to invade my mind, numbing my lips, forcing me to go still and simply lay there as he drinks the precious essence of my body. As I drift into unconsciousness, I catch a glimpse of his eyes, a sparkling teal bright blue.