Falsely Mundane | ✓

F i F t E e N

My throat felt cloggy.

It felt like someone was holding my life by a thread basically. Nails scraped down my throat, headaches stormed my head, stones rolled through my veins. No matter how much water I drink or pain killers I took, I wouldn't feel better. I remained cooped up inside my dark bedroom, away from the painful sun. Times I would be shivering in the corner of the room and others I'll be talking to myself and tugging at my hair and skin.

Like now.

"Just go to the infirmary and steal a blood bag, Oceania. It isn't that hard!" I scolded myself and tugged at the roots of my hair. "No, no! I can fight this off, yeah...yeah," I shake my hands out, rolling my head to ease the muscle tension. Maybe food would help. I haven't eaten today yet because my body hurts. I guess this is what it feels like to be dying. Food will help. My hands shake as I twisted the cold doorknob. My eyes adjusted in the darkness of night. The stars merely lit up the puddle of darkness hovering over the pack, accompanied by the moon of course.

I don't look at it too long, food. I need food. My knees felt so weak, the thought of blood was all I could think about. I craved the taste of blood on the tip of my tongue. The refreshing taste of the liquid as it rolled down my throat.

No.

Food.

My hands that felt like only bone grabbed the door frame of the kitchen as I felt my world starting to spin. What the fuck? Blood. I need blood. I'm losing myself. Attempting to steady myself was helpless. "Oh, shit," I hear the faint voice say, my vision only getting blurrier by the second. I hear faint movements of footsteps rushing to me before I make out a familiar figure.

Julian.

His scent, his frame, his sweet melodic voice. With one of his hands around my waist, I blurrily look at him through my eyelashes. Julian's claws punctured holes in his wrist before he placed his bleeding wrist in front of me.

"Come on, love," his accent was thick and consumed with worry. My eyes were glued on the wasted dripping blood running down his skin, dripping onto the tiles. I felt the red consumed my eyes, my teeth rapidly growing into fangs before I grabbed his wrist, placing my mouth right where the blood rush was at it's best.

A moan slipped my lips as I drank from his wrist. Blood has never tasted so delicious before. As the blood filled my body, I slowly pulsed back into reality. The first thing I realized was the grey eyes belonging to Julian Terhan.

So much for ignoring him.

Snapping back into reality, I pushed his hand away. Blood ran down my mouth and neck and I felt completely disgusted. Realization. The realization that he knew what was happening to me, he knew I needed blood. He knew me. "You-you," my words died. I didn't know exactly what to say. My mind was blank but racing at the same time. "You need more than that, Oceania," Julian shocked me by saying. He was probably right but I was hating myself too much to care about my supernatural health.

"Why did you do that? You should have just let me..." my voice trails off. I need more, but I'll kill him. Once the hunger and obsession take over, I'll drain him. "Don't say shit like that! You can't be forcing yourself to stay away from the blood. It isn't healthy for you. You're designed to want the blood because you need it to survive. Why do you refrain from who you are?" Julian's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and worry as he spoke.

He knows.

The king knows.

And surprisingly, I'm not dead. Yet.

My mouth opened to say something but I couldn't find anything to say, I didn't know how to say anything or what to say exactly. "Just- drink more," Julian finally sighed. I managed to control my movements and shake my head, silently telling him no. He frowned," why not?"

"I-I had enough," I lied. It wasn't enough but it was enough for me. I'll survive. He clearly didn't agree with me and thankfully, Julian doesn't press the subject. "Okay fine, how about we get you to bed?" He suggested, changing the topic. How did he know I usually just want to sleep after one of my episodes?

This doesn't really make any sense.

How does he know...

I gave him a short nod before his muscular arms pulled me up to stand with him. His comforting hands pulled me to his side to ensure my sturdiness. I felt so disappointed in myself that Julian had to do this for me.

His enemy.

"Up," he mumbled and I stretched my neck up so he can wipe off the blood that ran down my chin. He was done in some seconds since there wasn't much blood anyway. My eyes landed on his hand that was blood free but there were two small red dots where my teeth had sunk into them.

I'm terrible.

And pathetic.

My fingernails sunk into my scalp as I let out a groan. Both of my hands were pulled away from my head and strong fingers wrapped around my wrists. "What are you doing?" Julian asked with a clenching jaw. He doesn't like that I'm hurting myself, I noted. "How did you? Why are you doing this? How did you know?" I blurted out with tears staining my cheeks.

"It was common sense after you saved me," he softly answered, pushing abandoned strands of hairs behind my ear. Julian was a smart guy, I should have figured. "I need some time alone, please," I softly begged, my body aching me to fall back on the bed and sleep. Julian drops the topic and let me. A wave of disappointment hit me but instead of demanding his presence, I walk away.