벰파이어 Problems #6

 

“You fool.” I’m mocked in the clouds.

“You thought you would die? You can’t die… not when it’s time.”

Time for what?!

“Feed on her, grow stronger. She will be more than enough for her blood is like the river flowing –you are nothing without it. You try to give mercy but it’s all just for show. Baekhyun… Drink!”

I seem to emerge as the cost. “It’s almost time, my vampye.”

 

What exactly are the repercussions to trying to kill yourself?

I feel almost as though I’m on reset.

I wake up clawing the brand with my nails and shoot up to look around the room. It’s not possible. I can’t use her that way. What for?

“I’m really ing immortal then…” I’m in disbelief. I’m not going anywhere.

Even if I’m weak I won’t in the sense die. The body was meant to heal itself. This body is bandaged –in many ways I’ve regained humanity.

Again, I have no super powers. I don’t have enhanced speed, can’t see in the dark, no healing powers or the ability to hear from miles away. I simply have a desire that needs feeding and even now, I grow hungrier.

I however know someone is in the house. It’s common sense. There’s no way I cleaned my wound. I have a new pair of clothes even.

When I’m to my feet, I groan. It’s just like last time. I’m baking. There’s always this fever that can’t go down unless I feed. I would normally be so pampered but now it’ll just be agonizing. I suppose that’s doable.

If I make it through this door it’ll be a miracle. I haven’t the energy to continue and the thump indicates I only fell into this door while reaching for the handle.

As I hit the floor, my eyes closed and I of course groaned in pain. My throat was more less dry –I had no saliva available and gave up denying the cry I was making out from the torture.

I want her blood so bad. I know it’s out there but I’m too weak to find it. I have no idea why I got up in the first place. Was I mindlessly too selfish in wanting to get to her?

I notice a creak when the door is ajar, then I finally regain a sense of control. Ji Hyun however takes me by the side of my face and lowers herself down to stare into my eyes for a source of clarity- “Are you okay, Baekhyun?”

That’s when I snap, “Get the out.” I'm uneasy as it is and yet she's got no guard up.

Her fingers manage a quiver but she narrows her eyes and sneers, “Is that you saying you don’t want to try and drink? The results show you at an unstable condition –either you stay in what we have called bloodstroke or you get an infusion from me or her. I’ll call her Baekhyun, I swear.” It’s not every day that I have been scared.

As my eye flutter nervously, I groan out again and try not to inhale the waves of temptation. I may not be able to wait for a blood bag.

I just have no clue what to do with myself. I have to succumb or bravely wait for this timing in which approaches? I was to have believed that I overcame it –depression, the inability to accept my fate was quite ridiculous in a sense. But to bring her back here –I won’t let her go.  I can’t allow it if I have no idea what use she really continues to be.

What I am preparing for?  Again, why is it her!?

“Ji Jyun…” I moan caressing the back of her head in range. “You’re too kind.” With our eyes in contact, under no condition was she unsatisfied with my teeth sinking into her neck.

In order to describe the splash of blood finally hitting my tongue –I’d have to learn a new language. I’m not as forceful as I used to be. Voiceless and quite intimate are some of the main attractions here. She’s close to gasping out squeals but she follows with an encouraging –“Needles have nothing on this. I’m just fine.”

The lunging gulping of intakes are rather gravitating towards the eye but mines are too preoccupied with how attuned with her body I am. I would like to suggest that any body I drink from, I get the insider map to at all times. It’s not the same as sensing the person’s heartbeat, their scent and counting the veins at a time.

When I drink from this woman, I know as she tenses she gives a new profound taste much similar to the woman she replaced. The emotions are distinctively biddable and I want it to be.

But this taste, though very delectable, mouthwatering; doesn’t make me feel damned – ironically I don’t have access to it entirely.

I’m shortly over the two wounds and graze my teeth up and over her chin just to meet her with my now dilated sterling grey gaze. As my orbs seem to have a glint dwelled within them, Ji Hyun gapes and stutters out, “W-Was that enough?”

“It’ll do…” I am unsure on what to do now. I’ve never done this before and so I shy away casually by the time I stand up.

“Your eye color changed and this time they’re grey.” She notes backing away to cover her neck some. These are signs I’ve seen before. I have turned her on which indicates more chances of feeding. I can probably manage without drinking her again yet I am rather stubborn and want to keep a distance.

“Mmm.” That’s never happened before either. Grey eyes? Does this happen with drinking from someone else? This would be a stretch to guess that the blood that I'd fed on for months was important.

“I’ll tell Ji Jun to come by in a few. Get some rest, Baekhyun. Sorry you’re not dead…” Her head lowers. I realize her hair; thick and long, is giving off a vibrant scent. Drinking from her seems to be regaining keen sense.

I decide to take a humble minute and bow.

“I’m not but that didn’t give me the right to drink from you directly. I’ll do better next time.” I quietly my lips and inwardly damn the restoration.

Ji Hyun never thought about me that way –at least the roll of her eyes proves such. She gets to the door and looks over her shoulder saying –

“Tomorrow –I need to take you somewhere. I found a lead on a place; they sell what looks like your brand, old very unique symbols like that. But it’s a three hour drive. I have work tomorrow so it’ll have to be after seven.

I rely on her to do research too but never did I think she would find something so quick. I am grateful.

“Thanks.” I tell the closing door and make it back to my bed.

I bring forth my hand to my face and sigh deeply. “It’s like a bad dream.”

 

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