It was bad again. My thirst was out of control.
We were on the plane. There's a human pilot and human flight attendant. They have warm blood in them.
Indra held on to me so I wouldn't get up.
Sane me decided to hang on to his arm. Dear god this is terrible. My throat burned, as if someone poured acid down it.
I grabbed my throat and tossed and turned.
Indra stood up and stood in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and laid me down.
"Now is not the time to join the mile high club." I snapped.
"I think it's best if you slept through this." His eyes began to glow purple. Ooh.
Suddenly I was frozen, drowsy. My vision darkened.
When I came to I was in a dark car. It was night.
A man was in front of me, driving. I leaned back. This is bad.
An arm was around my shoulders.
"Hey Luc." Indra greeted me. I tilted my head at him. He put me to sleep and now I have no idea where I am, plus there's a tasty looking human.
"Oh Indra." I buried my face in his neck.
He held me tighter.
Tear him apart. Drink his blood!
I can't. I can't hurt someone.
It felt like I was the one being torn apart.
"Is everything okay?" The man asked.
"Yes." Indra answered.
"Easy Luc. We're almost there." Indra soothed me with his sweet voice.
The car soon stopped and the driver got out first.
"Let's go inside." Indra said.
"Inside? Where are we?" I asked weakly.
Indra got out and gently pulled me from the car. He held me against his side and we walked up a driveway.
Large house. Okay.
Indra took me inside. A woman approached us.
She started speaking Romanian.
She's human. Eat her. Eat her!
Why are my thoughts like this? I know I'm hungry, but damn. Is this what the thirst is like?
Indra spoke Romanian too.
I just stared at the pearl white floor, if I focused on it my hunger would go away a little.
Indra pulled my hand.
"Let's go upstairs." He whispered.
He pulled me up the stairs. When we got there I leaned against a wall.
"I can't go anymore." I slid to the floor.
Indra put his arms under me and picked me up.
I didn't have the energy to make a joke.
He brought me into a bedroom.
"Here we are." He said. He put me on the bed and sat beside me.
"Home sweet home." He sighed.
I latched onto his coat, "I need blood!"
"Okay." He soothed. He scratched into his wrist and bled.
Oh how do I do this? What if I take too much? What if I hurt him?
