Alright. I've kept you guys in suspence for far too long. Here it is...chapter 7. Sorry for the wait, guys. Been busy. Just to let you know in advance...Chapter 8 won't be coming along for q while either. Truely sorry it's taking me so long.
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I needed blood, and I needed it bad. The pain, the pale skin, and the eyes were all signs. Though, Rylan wouldn't know what they were signs of - which was good. Still, I had to get away from him. He was not safe near me. I could already smell the spice of his blood waft into my nose.
I had to lie. "They're my contacts. The strobe lights are having a weird effect on them." He looked a bit skeptical about that lie, but he took it.
Another wave of pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Rylan took hold of me again when I bent down to grab at my stomach, but I wouldn't let him. "NO! Don't!" I pleaded. "Leave me!" But I was the one to leave.
The pain was increasing every second. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed blood. I remembered there was a dark, secluded spot near the bathroom behind a pillar. I can grab a guy and take blood from him there. A pint should suffice until I can get a bag of blood from home.
I stood outside the bathroom waiting for someone to come out, still hugging myself tightly to bear the pain. The door swung open, and I hastily grabbed the guy by the shoulder and pushed him against a column. "Whoa, whoa, hey! Take it easy!" He cried out.
"Shut up," I demanded, and covered his mouth with my own. He tasted of vodka, and reeked of smoke, but I didn't care at the moment. His blood was all I wanted.
"This is more like it," he laughed, enjoying my mock assault on him. The guy started to loosen up, and already had his hands on my ass. This was my que to take control of his mind. His hands let go of me, and dropped to his side. He was starting to slide down the column, but I held him up by putting my knee between his legs. This made him moan. I rolled my eyes.
All right, time to get to it. I nudged his collar away with my cheek, and allowed my fangs to slide out and clamp onto his skin, aiming for the jugular vein. A thick, warm liquid poured into my mouth and down my throat. I could feel the pain slowly dissipate, and the constriction in my eyes eased.
"Wren?" My eyes shot open, and I accidentally clenched down harder on the guy's neck. My concentration wavered, causing the guy to let out a painful groan. I quickly returned my concentration on his mind to ease his pain again. "I saw you head toward the bathroom. I came to see if you were OK." That was the last voice I wanted to hear at the moment.
I unclenched my teeth and tried to block Rylan's view from the guys neck. A mix of concern and disappointment was on his face. "You don't need to worry. I'm fine now," I tried to assure him.
"Yeah. Looks like it," he snickered, and looked back and forth from me to the guy I had against the column. He was upset.
"Look. I'm sorry, OK." I stepped away from my unsuspecting victim. He seemed to be able to hold up on his own now.
"No. It's fine. It's not like I was expecting anything."
"I have a boyfriend," I quickly explained.
"Yeah. I can see that." He looked to the guy behind me.
"No. He's not my boyfriend." Woops. Big mistake. Rylan's eyes slowly shifted to me.
"Huh." His eyes narrowed. "Why am I not surprised?" He switched his attention back to the guy. "Hey, dude. Sorry to disappoint you, but she already has a boyfriend." There was no response. "Hey, did you hear me?" He reached out to nudge him on the shoulder.
"No! Don't!" I tried to stop him, but his nudge already sent the guy to topple over. "Shit. What's wrong with him?" We both went down to pick him up.
I tried to convince him, "He's probably just drunk."
"Hmph. You sure can pick 'em out, Wren," he falsely observed. Actually, he was right, on this occasion anyway. If I wasn't in such need for blood, I would have picked them out better.
Rylan tried to straighten the guy to sit up strait. "Hey! What are you doing?" I cried. I took a quick glance to see that the guy's collar seems to be hiding my bite marks.
"Relax. I'm just trying to see if he's OK."
"I'm sure he's fine," I tried to assure him before he saw anything else.
He looked back at me. "Made sure of that yourself, huh?" I let him make his insinuating comments. He had no reason to be mad, but he didn't understand. He would never understand.
"I can take care of him myself!" I pleaded, pushing him out of the way.
"Sure you can." He said sarcastically. I sighed and let it go. People coming and going into the bathroom strangely looked at the three of us on the floor.
Rylan commenced to slapping the guy on the cheek. "Stop that!" I demanded. The guys head tilted to the side, exposing the two puncture wounds. I hoped Rylan didn't see them, but...
"What the hell?" He cried.
...there were two streams of blood dripping down the guy's neck. I meant to take care of that, but Rylan's intrusion preventing me from doing so.
Rylan shot up straight, looking directly at the blood. Then he looked at me. "W-w-what did you do?"
I shouted the first excuse that came to mind, "Nothing!"
"That doesn't look like nothing!" He pointed to the guy's neck, still looking at me with eyes filled with skepticism.
"It's not what you think! Please, don't be alarmed."
"What I think?!" He asked incredulously. "You have no idea what I'm thinking right now. Or maybe you do." He narrowed his eyes, and took a step back. He was looking for something on my face; around my mouth? Probably trying to look for confirmation.
"No. It's not like that." I stepped forward.
"Stay back!" He warned, holding up a hand.
"No. Rylan, you don't understand." I reached out to him.
"I said, stay back!" He began backing into the crowd. One hand was shielding himself from me, and the other behind him, guiding his way. Shit! What am I going to do? I asked myself, panicked.
Wait! His mind! I can control his mind! Why didn't I think of it before!
I quickly concentrated, and followed him into the crowd. "Rylan?" I tested. Nothing changed. Every step I took forward caused him to take two steps back. Why isn't it working?
I tried again, and looked at him intensely. This seemed to alarm him even more, so he turned around, bumping into someone. Rylan shoved him aside and started disappearing into the crowd. Damn it! Something's not right. Why couldn't I control his mind?
"Hey!" Amy appeared out of nowhere. "Where have you been?" She had just been laughing, and was out of breath.
"Amy! Thank God! I need your help," I insisted.
"What's the matter?" She saw the urgency on my face and quickly looked into my thoughts. Comprehension appeared immediately on her face. "Wren, what did you do?"
I groaned. "Just help me!" I begged. "I can't seem to control him."
"What? Why not?"
"I don't know. Can you try?" I asked.
"Where is he?"
I pointed in the direction he took off to. He was pushing his way through a thick crowd exiting the club, looking back to make sure I wasn't right behind him. Amy looked in his direction, and concentrated really hard. She let out a breath like she's been holding it for a long time. "What's the matter?" I asked, and looked back to Rylan. Fear was still plastered on his face. I let out a breath of frustration, and began going after him. He managed to slip through the crowd, and out the door.
