Blood Drug: Past, Present & Future

Chapter 1...

Julian curled in on himself, his stomach full of sharp needles. The space next to him on the bed was empty of Damon's presence, the sheet cold against his bare skin. He pulled his knees up to his chest and put pressure on his abdomen as he pulled the blanket over his head. The rays of sun shining through the curtain made his skin burn which was odd and for some reason being in the dark made him feel better.

He was tense as he lay there; his eyes squeezed shut as he clenched his teeth. He could feel his stomach roll, its contents wanting to break free. He tossed the blanket off of him with the slowness of a human and rushed for the bathroom. The door slammed shut and locked behind him as he doubled over above the toilet, retching what felt like every meal in his life in just a few gags until there was nothing left.

Julian leaned back against the wall, pale and panting. The cool tile felt sweet on his suddenly hot skin. He leaned his head back and his eyes slid closed as his stomach settled.


Julian jerked awake and looked around himself dazedly. God his head felt light. He was still in the cool, dim bathroom; naked if you will. He wasn't out long otherwise Damon would have found him by now. He felt better than he did when he woke up this morning and he took that as a good sign—maybe it was just food poisoning from the human snack he had before he and Damon, you know... Did it.

It was actually odd that he hadn't awoken spooned against Damon like he always did; especially after they had sex. And he was always hyper aware of every move the blue-eyed vampire made, so it was weird that he didn't even notice that Damon was gone until he was puking into the toilet.

Julian flushed the toilet before the smell could settle in the air and he made his way to the sink. His reflection was pale and slightly drawn, and there was a slight bruising under his eyes on otherwise flawless skin as if he hadn't slept for a day or two—which, in fact, was completely ridiculous because he slept the required amount of hours a night. He splashed some warm water on his face before he went back to his and Damon's room to put some clothes on.


No one was in the house other then him and the it was dead silent as Julian lazily pressed the keys of the piano; each note echoed throughout the house as if it were a cave. Julian glanced at the clock once again; it felt as if only a minute passed by since he last checked and less than that had actually passed. It felt as if everything was going in slow motion, him included. And as the seconds slowly ticked by, a sudden thirst kicked in and seemed to grow with every tick. He tried to ignore it, but it grew and grew until he couldn't take it anymore.

The only thing on his mind was blood.

Damon wasn't there and Julian felt that if he didn't consume blood at that very moment, he might just cease to exist. And the only other place he knew there would be lots and lots of said crimson liquid was the basement freezer. Even though Julian brought it up many times to Damon, he knew that the blue-eyed vampire never did get rid of it; and at this very moment, Julian was grateful to that fact.

It felt as if he was being lead to it by a string and the closer he got the more taunt it became. Until, finally, he reached the freezer. When Julian opened the lid, and his violet iris' took in each and every clear bag of red - it was like staring at the Holy Grail. He could feel his canines grow as he picked up a bag and broke the seal. Without hesitation, Julian sucked the blood from the tube and almost instantly felt all of his active nerves calm and simmer.

He didn't even realize how jittery he had felt until his insides had calmed down.

He let the first bag fall to the floor and grabbed another; ripping into he gulped the contents down—a stray stream of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. His eyes slid shut as he let the freezer lid fall shut; the hunger was gone and he felt slightly bloated. And for a second, if only an instant he felt his stomach fluttered; whether it was from the human-blood (which he'd never really drank it before) or because he felt a like he was cheating on Damon by drinking someone else's blood.

Julian threw away the empty blood bags, getting rid of any evidence of his afternoon snack. He didn't know why, but he felt that if Damon ever found out, he would probably get into trouble—also being slightly embarrassed was part of it. And if he did get blamed, it was Damon's fault for not being there, for not telling Julian where he was going.

He felt tired all of a sudden; as if he hadn't slept for days and ran for miles without a break. He barely made it to the couch before the darkness took him.

His dreams were filled with red blood and hunger.


Julian awoke some time later; his body stiff and his bladder full.

His body felt some how heavier as he climbed the stairs. He thought that maybe after he emptied his bladder he would feel light, but that was not the case. He didn't understand this feeling and there was no way he had gained any weight; he had always been the same as long as his fuzzy mind could remember.

He stood on the bathroom scale with a drawn brow, he had gained at least three pounds since he last checked—which was the other day...

He absently rubbed his stomach and to his surprise, he found a bulge—and he didn't think that it was from all the blood he had drank. Worried now, he rushed to Damon's and his bedroom and threw the closet door open to reveal a body length mirror. Julian stood side ways and lifted up his shirt. He stood frozen as he stared at his now slightly bulging stomach; it was as if any fat from his body had just accumulated to his stomach. Julian glared at it, willing it to go away, begging to have his flat stomach to come back again.

But as he continued to stare the fat didn't go away; it stayed in place as if it belonged there, as if it had been there the whole time. Until suddenly it looked as if something moved—he jerked back and would probably have peed his pants if he hadn't gone a few minutes earlier. It was just a trick of the mind he tried to convince himself, a cloud moved over the sun and the movement of the rays through the window just made it look as if something had moved. He was definitely worrying about something that wasn't really there.

Julian took a deep breath and slowly lifted his shirt up again; his stomach looked innocent enough. He watched it for a while, waiting to see if something shifted again. But when nothing happened, he gently probed his stomach. Everything was soft and fleshy, maybe he was just getting fat. He had no idea what was happening, but then again, deep down he did; like you always did.

He sure as he didn't know how that could have been possible, but . . .

Maybe he was getting sick.

Julian didn't think that it was possible; he'd never gotten sick before. At least he never remembered getting sick before, though his past was fuzzy. Vampires didn't get sick, so he was sure that he couldn't... But then again, he wasn't a Vampire, he had no clue what he was or of his origins so maybe he could actually get sick.


note: hoped you like the first chapter; and I'm sure you read : Blood Drug & Blood Drug: Deep Down before you started to read this. Please review!