My head feels weighed down, almost like when you're drowning. Like the moment when you get deep enough underwater when you know you won't be able to take another breath. Your head pounding like it's about to explode. Only difference is that you can feel your lungs burning, eager for another breath when you're drowning. My lungs feel empty. No steady rise and fall, just silence.
This is the point when my heart should be about to burst out of my chest, but still, nothing.
Am I dreaming. It's the only way this could be happening, either that or i'm dead but i'm pretty sure I would be able to open my eyes if I were dead.
Maybe i'm in a hospital under some kind of medication. Am I in a morgue? No, I can't be. They would be able to tell i'm not dead right? Well I don't even know if i'm not dead so no very helpful.
I desperately try to breath in but before any air can hit my lungs, i'm stuck with a horrid smell. Blood and death. What could smell that bad. Am I really in a morgue. Im not in a grave thats for sure. It isn't cold just stale. The stench finally helped me gain enough control to open my eyes. I am met with a dark gray concrete ceiling. There is a light that looks like one from those old creepy basements so I can only guess thats where I am. An old creepy basement.
I lift up my hand and bring it to the dull pain in my neck. It comes back up with blood. Whose blood is it, it can't be mine can it I would have felt if I was bleeding. With this shocking development I stand up swiftly and look around for a reflective surface. I see a puddle by a wall with a window and I look into it. There isn't much light but I can dimly make out the shape of a bite mark on my neck and it all comes back to me in a wave.
I'm forced to the ground as I remember his voice.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
"So you've figured it out already. Aren't you just a quick one."
What did he do to me.
"What you really should be concerned about is after you die."
"Oh there are many things worse than death,"
I remember his smile and those teeth. Those vile teeth that so greedily sunk into my neck. But what happened after that. He bit his own wrist and put it to my neck. Did that do something to me. It couldn't have, what could it possibly have done. Unless. Please no. Oh my god. He's turned me hasn't he. He was lonely and he wanted company so he turned me. What was it he said...'You look like her you know. You have her smile.' Oh hell no. He is just sick. He thinks he can recreate what he had with Sarah.
There might still be a way out of this. Im dead but if I kill myself again then he won't be able to have his fantasy play out. One thing. He will still be out there. I have to kill him. He can't do this to anyone else once i'm gone, and I will be gone after this. I never thought my life would end this was. Killing myself. I am a monster now. I will not act like a monster no matter what happens. I'm going to kill him then kill myself. Theres also a chance that another hunter might stumble upon my body, maybe even give me a proper funeral. Probably not but I can always hope can't i, after all i'm a dead girl walking.
Suddenly I hear lock's ching and a door creak open. He's back.
"Did you miss me?"
"Kindof hard to right now. I really wish you would just walk right out and never come back."
"Awww, come on, you don't mean that." He walks up next to me with startling speed and runs his hand on my neck and before I can pull away, he grabs my hand, holding me still. "Besides, you'll grow to adore me over time."
"Never." I spew with as much venom as I can while I spit in his face. He pulls away, wiping the spit off with a look of constraint. His icy eyes snapping to meet my own a hardened fire promising payment in full for my action.
"So that's really the way you want it to be then. FINE. I can play by those rules." He grasps my arm again, harder this time and with a satisfying crunch he snaps it to an odd angle. Pain breaks out though my arm as I struggle to not cry out. Its burns like fire and I can feel it vibrating throughout my whole body. Landing with loud roars in my head. Within a minute i'm rolling on the ground sobbing. I don't know when I ended up on the ground, it's all becoming a blur. The pain taking all control from me.
"See your body is already starting to heal your bones but it's taking energy and I dare say is excruciatingly painful. Imagine what will happen if I break another, then another, and another. You'll be in so much pain, your mind will go insane," He bends closer to my ear, almost as if telling a secret,"Not to mention the hunger." My eyes go wide, I hadn't planned on drinking human blood at all but I had thought nothing of the hunger that was bound to come. I didn't know how much more of the pain I could take but I would never let that happen.
"That will never happen." The spite I was trying so hard to immerse my voice in was failing as my tears flooded into my words.
"Your so cute when you're trying to be brave. You will give in. It's impossible to resist. Hell, I should know. I used to be so innocent and naive too. Its disgusting." He let out a toothy grin as he walked around me prestigiously. He clutched a pipe and pulled it clear from the wall."Are you sure you want to keep resisting, its entertaining, truly, but it will only make things harder."
"Bring. It. On."
"You can't say I didn't try to spare you."
My head is splitting with pain, it's only been a few hours but my ear piercing screams filled the room. He's very...creative. I can feel my insides sloshing inside of me as he tore them out and made me look at them one by one. First my stomach, I thought I would puke right then and there but how could I when my stomach wasn't even inside of me. Second was one of my lungs. 'Well you won't be needing this anymore but I suppose you can keep it.' I think next was my kidney but honestly I've lost track between all the slicing and chopping. The only fact I know for certain is that at some point he had to tie me down to the table to prevent any of my guts from spilling out.
I tried my hardest to detach myself from what was happening and retreat back into my mind but every time I thought I made process I would be pulled back to reality by my own howls of pain. All of my muscles ached and i've seen about half of them at this point. He wasn't wrong when he said this would be excruciating but I was still holding on. I had no other choice. I'm not going to drink humans. I'm not a monster, not that kind of monster. I have my fair share of demons but he, he is a demon.
He said he was trying to spare me but every time he cuts into me I can see his eyes light up. His raven black hair is slicked back with moisture and his shirt sleeves are rolled up. His chest is covered in blood. I think he has more on him than I have left in my whole body.
"Let take a break shall we? Let you heal up. We can't have you completely dying on me can we?"As he walked back towards the stairs I tried to open my mouth and say something in return but it was no use. I couldn't move a single finger and I didn't even shudder when he slammed the door. Well, I might as well save the rest of my energy for killing him, not that i'm sure that will even be possible at this point. I know rationally I should just give up and give in but there's something holding me back. Call it free will or whatever but it's the only thing I have left to hold onto right now.
He thuds back down the stairs carrying something in his hands but I can't see exactly what. He walks up to me again with his usual grin and icy stare. When he's close enough for me to see what's in the bag he opens it and forces me to breath in to smell it. The second I can tell what it is my body reacts sharply. It arcs up as far as the restraint will let it and I can't do anything to stop it. My mind goes straight into survival mode and I snarl for it. I can feel my gums on fire as new fangs rip through the sensitive skin of my mouth. They pierce against the firm control of my jaw and lips as I try to contain them.
"You've been holding out longer than I thought you'd be able to. I'm surprised you're not begging me for this blood."I don't trust myself to try to answer and I can clearly see he's unsatisfied by my lack of one. "So you're still trying to be strong. Such a pity and I was so willing to share this blood with you too. I guess i'll just have to have it all to myself." With that he tipped his head back and poured the thick blood into his wide open mouth.
I couldn't stand it anymore and I let out a howl full of hunger. It hurt so bad. My body craved it, I need that blood. Its intoxicating smell is driving me insane. Its crawling in ming mind and through my veins. I'm so empty, just one drop, all I need, just one.
"Oh so now you want it? After all you went through you're just willing to give up." I look up at him with pleading eyes, I needed it. "To bad its all gone. It's not easy getting this stuff you know. It has to be fresh or else it hurts like a sucker." No, I just needed one drop just a bit. There has to be that much let. My head lulls to the side in pain. "You know, I love screams. Oh she screamed so wonderfully. So much pained and anguished but it just wasn't the same as yours. Maybe i'll bring you a snack later. Nice little girl, there blooda always so sweet." He was smiling again, making himself giddy over a little girl's blood. Blood. It sounded so good to me now. He started towards the stairs, "Till the morning then, I can't wait."
The smell of blood was vanishing with his footsteps. They were like a pulse. Each one after another until they disappeared behind that door. I listened as each of the locks clicked shut before breaking down again, disgusted with myself.
Once the smell was gone I still craved it but I had some of my mind back. He talked about drinking a little girl and all I could think about was the blood. Am I really becoming a monster or worse, am I already one? No, not yet. I have to last just a little longer. Something has to happen with the rate he's dropping bodies still. Someone else has to connect the dots. They have to or else I'm not sure how much longer i'll last.
