As far as I knew he needed my blood and with out it he would go on living an average life, but I knew he needed it to be whole to be better and to continue on being the miraculous person that he was. This was a sacrifice I was willing to accept. My blood was a precious limited resource...
He told me to save my blood. That he would be okay without it...but I knew he was lying. He wanted me to move on without him, move on to a more NORMAL life. But this is the exact opposite from what I wanted. As I looked at the needle on the table next to me, he must have realized what I was gonna do and lept for it! But He was too weak and too slow to get it before I grabbed it and was half way to him with the needle ready to plunge into my arm. He tried to run to the other side of the room to avoid the urge but he was being blocked by the operating table, giving me that advantage as I poked the needle into my forearm. The needle felt cold till I felt it prick my arm, I removed the needle and held out my arm, squeesing it, he looked away hoping to control the need to look...to smell...to take. But the "monster" inside took over and he peeked...my blood felt warm as it trickled down to the floor leaving bright red crimson drops beaneath me. He couldn't fight it anymore. I took his hand just to hold it, to let him know it was fine. His face was a mask of pity as he took my elbow in his hands and lifted it slowly to his lips. Seconds past before he looked at me saying, "Your gonna have to stop me at some point," he smiled before quickly adding, "If you want your birthday present." The last thing i felt was pure bliss as the endorphins leaked into my skin from his bite.
ReplyDeleteInexplicably, he stopped, staring at me with flared nostrils, grimacing with... what was the emotion?
ReplyDelete"What's wrong, Ridicula?"
He just stared at me, slowly smacking his lips, his tongue lolling and his face tensed.
"Ridicula! Talk to me! Are you okay?"
"What the HELL have you been eating?"
"Well, if you must know, Mister NOSY-PANTS, I stopped for mozzarella sticks on the way home for work. I know we both said we were going to stick to our diets, but I don't care. I need to eat, sister!"
ReplyDelete"But I..."
"I know what you're going to say - Oooh, you can't fit in your cut-off jean shorts anymore, or you never kiss me with the lights on. Well, that's just too bad, sweetheart. And I don't care if it makes my blood taste like ricotta cheese, you're just going to have to live with it!"