Chapter 3 Blood

I wasn't far from the blood bank now it was just down the corner. I kept my hood up just in case Silver hair came back. It was a Friday night, and I came in front of the blood bank. I looked to see when it closes and thankfully I had one more hour till it closed. I walked into the lobby; it was empty, except for me and the receptionist lady at the front desk. The room was dull; the walls where white and the seats for waiting to either give blood, or take blood where black and dreary. I took my hood off as a sign of respect to the woman who was unfortunate to get the night shift. She was middle aged; her brown hair was tied into a low pony tail and it was starting to get some white and grey in it. She wore what looked like a nurse's outfit. I smiled slightly as I came up to the desk, to be polite.

"Hello, how may I help you?" her voiced chimed as she said the line most receptionist are taught.

"Hi, I have an account to get some blood, my name is Rina Sora," I told the receptionist smoothly since I've done this many times before.

She typed away on the keyboard. "Ah yes, here you are! How many would you like? Do you also want to charge it?"

"Um," I said thinking how many blood packets I would need, then I answered "Let's go with five today, and yes I would like charge it."

She typed some more and went to the back room to get the blood packets. It surprised me that she didn't ask why I getting so many. I saw myself on a security monitor they had in the corner of the room. I looked like any other healthy young teenager girl, so why would I need blood? Since the lady might take another minute or two I turned the computer screen towards me so I could see what the file said. It had the typical information: name, birth date, blood type, etc. It also said I was valuable costumer, and ask no questions when buying, so that's the reason she didn't say anything about the blood. Sweet, I thought to myself.

I turned the computer screen back just in time, for when the receptionist came back with a small cloth bag holding the blood packets. I took it from her, bowed, said "Arigato," and left.

I started towards my apartment which was a few streets away maybe a fifteen to twenty minute walk from the blood bank. It was 11:30, and I was thirsty. My throat was burning even more now with the scent of the blood coming from the bag. On my way home there was another ally, so I decided to go through it as a short cut and a temporary hiding area for me to drink the blood.

It was dark and there was trash everywhere, just like anything you'd expect from an ally. There was a trash can and I hid on the other side of it away from the stores and people. At the other end of the ally were the quite, dark neighborhoods. My apartment building was now less than ten minutes away, depending how fast I walked, or ran.

I couldn't wait, so I took two packets of blood, I ripped the plastic packet so it made a small hole enough for blood to flow easily through. I tilted my head, lifted the bags up to my mouth. The blood poured into my mouth and down my throat. It was thick and cold, but not as good as fresh blood strait from the source and warm. I gulped it down within a few seconds, and then I was on my next two. Again I finished in seconds. I reached in the bag for the last packet. I was just about to finish when I sensed a bad presence. I threw the bag and the empty packets away. Then the wind whistle as something flew by me. I turned around and sure enough I was facing a level E. I clenched my fist ready for a fight. Then it lunged for my neck.