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XXI: Bloodlust

XXI: Bloodlust

"Wren?"

Ulric's voice is distant, though close all the same. I can't bring myself to open my eyes, feeling heavily exhausted and barely able to move. My head hurts, everything just feels so off...

"Wren, are you okay?" Ulric tries again and I have to try for him.

Slowly, I pry my eyelids open. It feels so bright even though I can tell it isn't. I'm lying on my side as Ulric sits next to me on the bed. I snap my eyelids shut as I groan, curling into a ball.

"I don't feel good..." my voice trails off, keeping my eyes shut. I like the dark, it's better that way.

Ulric lifts from his spot briefly, and when he returns, his hand wraps around one of my forearms. He pulls it away from me and I hardly flutter my eyelids open. He is calm while murmuring, "Vampires don't get sick, from what I've read anyway."

His fingers press against my inner wrist, checking my pulse.

I hear him utter, "Hmm..." before releasing my arm and then saying, "your pulse is a little fast. Here,"

he surprises me and I feel I'm floating in the clouds. I realize very quickly, it's just Ulric helping me sit up at the edge of the bed.

Which way is up, and which way is down?

My chin tilts down and to the side, groaning as I sway lightly. The moment he opens one of my eyelids and shines a light...

...a hiss leaves my lips, emanating from the back of my throat as I suddenly throw him off guard. His eyes are wide open, staring at me in confusion while I managed to scare him a foot or so back.

"Your irises are blood red," Ulric warns me, trying to lift his hands defensively so that I won't see him as a threat. He's seeing so much aggression from me he's never known...neither have I. It feels awfully close, yet buried for so long, as if waiting to wake.

Lying dormant...

Rubbing my forehead, I can hear Ulric's heart-pounding hard while blood pumps through his veins. It's like a rushing waterfall, how beautiful the sound. Wincing, I shake my head and recall...no...this can't be.

What day is it?

Huh? I...

Wait, when's the last time I fed? I...a small whisper leaves my lips as I question, "Wh-When is the last time I fed?"

"It's been nearly two weeks..." as Ulric's voice trails off, I can feel his shift in demeanor. My eyelids blink open a few times before I see him. He's quick, leaving briefly before returning with a blood bag, tearing it open for me as I drain the cool liquid.

As I finish, I hold the bag in my hands and state, "Mondays."

Ulric furrows his brows briefly, asking me, "Yes?"

"That's my feeding day," I release a small sigh as I say, "two weeks is when vampires start to enter a bloodlust state if they do not feed. That's why my family religiously fed on the same night once a week. They never wanted to leave anything up to chance."

The bridge of my nose stings and before I know it, tears fall from my eyes, beading off my chin and onto my hands holding the bag. Shaking my head, I still feel somewhat sick, though it hurts for their words have never been truer.

"Wren?" Ulric asks me gently.

I release a soft cry, "I can't take care of myself and can easily starve!" It's anger that takes over me, angry that my parents were right. I nearly tear the bag in my hands while muttering, "My parents were right...I'd starve without them."