A nice car ride was everything. Everything I needed to calm down.
"Okay. I'm better. We can go back now." I said sheepishly.
"We have a destination." Indra said simply.
"Oh." I said quietly.
It was dark when we parked. I could barely see anything. Indra got out of the car. When I didn't move he peeked in through the door.
"Come on."
I opened my door. Sand? I stepped out of the car. I smelled salty air and heard waves rushing.
"You took me to the beach? Why?" I asked.
Indra reached for my hand cautiously. I took it.
"You'll see." He said.
He took me down to the water. We stood right where the water stopped. I love his hand. It's still as warm as ever.
"It smells like salty fish here. I hate that smell." I complained. Indra chuckled.
"What are we doing here?"
"Scream. Shout. Let it all out." He told me.
"I'm too nervous to scream."
"Forget your nerves. Focus on your anger."
I sighed. I am angry. I was naïve enough to think it'd never happen again.
I let it all out. I screamed myself hoarse.
I stooped down and hugged my knees when I finished.
Indra sat down and stared at me.
"I thought it was all better. That everything would finally be perfect." I then sighed. Indra rested the side of his head against mine. I closed my eye and sighed.
"Everything can go back to that. Where you feel safe and happy. It'll take time, but it will." He said.
"Okay." I smiled a little.
"Can we stay here a little longer?" I asked.
"As long as you want." He replied.
It was early in the morning when we went back.
The sun was rising when we got to the condo. As soon as we got in I felt a massive cramp in my side.
"Oh." I moaned, doubled over.
"Bathroom." Indra said. He rushed me in to the bathroom and I started vomiting blood.
"Oh god-" I said in between vomiting.
Indra rubbed my back.
When it stopped I sat on the edge of the bathtub.
"What was that?" I rubbed my stomach. Indra turned to the sink and wet a rag.
"I told you; your organs will start failing. This is it." He explained and wiped my mouth.
"It'll only get worse from here on out."
I sniffled.
"Fine." I said. I hate being sick. This is like being sick times one thousand.
"I'll complete the transition." I said wearily.
Indra smiled. He used his fingernail to cut into his hand. Blood pooled and he held his hand out to me.
I cringed a little. I drank.
Suddenly, his blood is the most incredible thing I've tasted. Like an aphrodisiac.
Indra held my shoulders and everything seemed to just...stop.
