"Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving that makes it fat."
-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Poems, Second Series, 1891

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'Oh God, is my bracelet still there?'

A pained groan is the only sign of life in the dank alley.

'...How about my neck? '

Apollo didn't know what had happened, nor did he even want to think about it. Yet not being fully awake, and not wanting to get up, left him a lot of time to do nothing but that. Think.

'Gah, it feels like I was hit head first by a bus!'

Another painful groan found its way up his throat as he slowly tried to process what exactly had happened last night. 'I was walking back home and had crossed the street a little ways past the entrance of People Park. Then…then…'

His eyes opened slowly, as though he didn't know what he would see.

'I don't remember. Er-well, I know someone did something to my neck and liked my bracelet, but what exactly...'

He looked around to try and recognize his surroundings, realizing that he was right near his apartment. 'Ugh, lets just get home in one piece and take a nice long nap. Maybe that'll jog my memory.' He slowly started to get up, supporting himself against the wall. As soon as he tried taking a step towards the exit, his vision became blurry and his world started to spin. Collapsing against the wall, he cringed at its cold rough texture and then gave a small cough. After a moment of rest, and using the wall as support again, he managed to make his way out of the alley. Slightly limping, he made the short, simple walk to his apartment building.

Not feeling like taking the elevator, he climbed up the stairs at a snails pace.

'What happened to me?'

Jamming the new found set of keys into the lock, he flung his door open and headed straight for his bedroom. Hearing a 'thud' confirmed that the door had shut using the same momentum it had been opened with. Throwing his keys on the small island bar-thing (that's what he officially dubbed it) he knew that he wanted to head right toward his bed and collapse into his nice soft mattress and wrap himself under the covers.
Right?

'My neck kills, my teeth hurt, my back feels like Trucy had made Mr. Hat smash me with a piece of cement, along with my eyes being so dry I think I may just cry to help them, and I'm so thirsty I could drink all of the grape juice Mr. Wright buys in a month in less than five minutes. Oh, and can't forget my head!' He mused to himself at all the ways his body ached and burned. He limped into his kitchen and searched through the shelves looking for some medicine to cure his pained-wracked body.
'I swear I put it in here…Where is it!?!' Easily getting annoyed, he started to throw everything in his cabinets that was no use to him on the floor.

"Useless…useless!" He cursed to himself as he began to savagely tear apart his kitchen, now going into the fridge and started searching there. 'C'mon, I wouldn't have placed it in here. It's probably in the bathroom.' He told himself calmly. It made perfect sense, but Apollo didn't care to listen as he searched through his fridge.
"Water, water, water? Anything will do right now, even blood, so long as it's good." He mumbled like it was nothing out of the ordinary. He stopped suddenly, eyes going wide as he realized what he just said.

"No, no, no, no! B-blood? Seriously? I really should just go take a nap, that'll make me feel better. I hope." He mumbled the last part, doubting if it really would. Looking down at what he had grabbed from inside the fridge, trying to make out what it was at first. It was a container of pomegranate seeds he had from a while ago. He took the lid of and examined the small and ripe red seeds, all close to each other as though it was a single sack of red liquid. Apollo licked his dry lips as he examined the contents, deciding that having a few wouldn't hurt. It would help with his thirst and put a good taste in mouth, and now who could pass that up? Plucking up a single seed, he held it up to some light that was showing in through the living room window, causing it to glow and make a red-tinted shadow on the floor. He gently put it on the tip of his tongue, enjoying its cool and smooth texture. Placing it, lovingly, between his teeth, he allowed himself to chew on it. The burst of sickly bitter-sweet liquid flowing down his throat and move around in his mouth and between his teeth made him shiver with delight and go to grab another one. The more he ate of the little things, the better he felt. His teeth started to feel better the more he chomped down and his head ache was beginning to go away a little. He ran out of seeds (to his great despair) and stuck his face in the container, licking up the remaining fluid on its sides and bottom. He sighed sadly as he put the container down, content with his quenched thirst, but sad that it was all gone.

'That was actually pretty fun. Kinda weird getting that happy over eating though. I think I may have an eating disorder. Ah, great.'
He placed the lid back onto the small container and threw it over near the sink. He got down to look for another one, just incase he might have had so much he had to put it in a few others. 'At least it's with something healthy, right? Better than what Detective Skye inhales, not to mention throws.' He thought as he imagined those times when a snackoo would make contact with his head.

"Aha!"

He called triumphantly to no-one, pulling out two more containers of the sweet substance. 'I didn't know I got this much! I'm gonna need to get some more for later on. Hmmm…I wonder if I could throw these at people?' He opened a container and plucked out a seed, aiming for the empty container he just finished off. He hit the target with great accuracy, and it would have gone in if the cover had not been closed. 'Zing! Still got it!' He thought proudly, eating a few more as he stared all around his kitchen. 'I made a pretty bad mess looking for…what was it? Pills?' Just remembering why he wanted to take some medicine again made him hurt also, and after eating a few more seeds he started to feel worse than before. 'Ugh, I think eating more would make me sick. But their so good…' After arguing with himself for a moment, he decided to leave them on the counter in case he wanted some more later. After getting up, he finally started to notice a few things that he hadn't before. It was now mid-afternoon, the sun blaring through his windows and causing him to squint.

'Stupid sun.'

Turning away from the sun so he could brush himself off, he noticed that parts of his clothes were all wet. He looked down, and saw that everything from his undershirt, tie and vest had been stained. He reached up to his chin and felt that it was wet, along with his neck. Running into the bathroom to get a towel, he caught a glance at his reflection and stopped short.
The pomegranate juice ran down the sides of his mouth and onto his neck, tinting his white shirt red, and darkening his vest and tie. A few drops of the juice were still sliding down the sides of his face, slowly falling down onto the floor. 'It looks like, like…

Blood.'

This thought made him want to throw up, immediately bringing up a hand to cover his mouth. His eyes were wide as he remembers his thought on not caring whether he drank blood or not. A sharp shooting pain made its way through his temples, causing him to cling the sides of his head.

'W-what's wrong with me?' He turned the sink faucet on as he opened the shelves above it, finding the aspirin staring him straight in the face. Popping open the bottle, he took out four small oval pills instead of the usual two or three. 'I just need some sleep, ok pills? No overdosing or anything, though I highly doubt an extra pill or so would cause an over dose.' He thought solemnly, popping them into his mouth bending down to take a few sips of the running water to help them complete their quest. Cupping his hands, he splashed some onto his face, enjoying the cool sensation it left. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and standing up straight, he stayed for a few peaceful moments allowing himself to take in the beautiful sound of nothing. Slowly, against his will, he opened his eyes enough to catch a glance in the mirror. The water had washed away most of the pomegranate juice on his face and a little on his neck, showing the pale skin underneath.

With his vision swimming, thanks to the pills, he turned the lights off and trudged out of the bathroom to his bedroom. Flinging himself onto the bed, he let out a sigh of happiness. 'Worry about kitchen later, sleep now please…' was the last thought he had before allowing his conscious some nice rest from all of its former burdens.

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(A/N:) I know, I know, this chapter was aweful. Consider it a filler chapter. Apollo was pretty OOC, but thats cuz he's a changin'! See, he shows sign of vampire and somethin' else! He's gotta a lotta anger it seems~:3
The next chapter is one I am looking forward too if I can write it right (amIrite, wright?) just had to throw all those in there...

Hate it? Love it? Constructive criticism always welcome! Thanks for reading, sorry for the late update~!