Chapter 9 – " I was hungry"
BPOV
My whole night was spent in an abandoned warehouse in Georgia in my red tattered dress, I'd lost the outfits while running and hadn't bothered to pick them up, not wanting to risk being caught. I would've stayed with Gloria but then again Damon killed her too.
Damon.
Damon.
His name had haunted my thoughts so I hadn't been able to even sleep along with the confirming thoughts of Death.
It was only a matter of time before my existence would be no more on this earth and this thought always drew me back to Damon.
After how I'd left things, I knew I had to go back.
He knew now. He knew how I felt right? Were my words clear enough? Did he understand now?
These same thoughts had occurred in my mind in a vicious cycle and I was only in the edge of falling into insanity.
It had pained me to see how through his anger towards Katherine, his love was still there that was the reason he'd pushed me away from killing her. I could've ended it. All of it but we stopped me and we both knew why.
Guilt was another thing that ghosted me - apparently giving him one day free of drama was too much to ask. Especially on his birthday.
The thought of going back to Forks had crossed my mind but what would be the point in that. I was at the brink of the end anyway which was why I needed to go back.
Dragging myself off the rigid concrete floor, I closed the Grimoire (of course I'd tried to look for a cure) but unfortunately it was of no luck.
Guess it's just my time.
I know I should be more frantic or worried but truthfully, I felt okay with it. It wasn't like I'd be greatly missed and I wasn't really leaving anything behind.
I wasn't upset, I wasn't frightened, I wasn't angry.
I just was.
Picking up the Grimoire, I tucked it into my good arm and then slowly walked out of the darkened warehouse and into the blinding sunlight of the morning sun or afternoon sun. I wasn't so sure.
Time should've been an essence but I didn't really care.
Grudgingly, I climbed into my car - the Chevrolet dodge challenger - it was an indulgence, to live life to the fullest and the once soft purr of the engine seemed to be mocking me.
Posing my hands on the wheel, excruciating pain shot down my arm with the simple motion. I'd ripped the hem of the skirt of my dress to wrap it around the wound but the purple bruise was showing and the blood had stained my make do bandage.
Tearing my eyes away, I pulled out of the gravel road and into the main road leading back to Mystic Falls.
Suddenly, heat overwhelmed me so I winded down the window but that wasn't helping much. It was becoming unbearable so I used one hand to fan my face but nothing - nothing was helping.
It was so uncomfortable, I veered of the road and braked onto the side of the road and got out. Looking around, my vision blurred so I shook my head trying to clear my tainted sight.
Green of the nature whirled around my mind, heat scorched me and I tried to clear my erratic thoughts.
"Argh" sharp pains shot up and down my arm and I crumpled down to the floor with the pain. Thoughts whipped in my mind so rapidly that I couldn't decipher what I was thinking.
"Hey?" a voice called to me and blinking through the blinding sunlight added to the symptoms of the blurry vision, all I could see was a vague figure.
Relying on my hearing, it sounded like a guy and with this thought, new feelings were brought on.
Anger.
Sadness.
Hunger.
Pain.
Longing.
Confusion.
Uncomfortable.
Hunger.
Lust.
Pain.
Hunger.
Hunger.
Hunger.
No - I couldn't - think of his feelings. Think of the consequences - the guilt - his pain.
Hunger. I was hungry - I hadn't eaten in two days. I was so hungry.
"Miss?" he called again with more worry, my fingers fisted into the earth, grounding it in my fingertips.
As he neared me, I could hear the thumping of his heartbeat - slightly faster than a normal heartbeat which could show his unconscious fear - I like it when they're scared - makes the hunt more fun.
"Y-you should - you should run" my voice was hoarse and gruff - the words scratching at my throat.
"What?" the thump grew louder and faster and his breathing harshened. Closing my eyes - I fought the urge to lunge and rip at his fragile little neck.
The delicious potent smell of his blood filled my senses and I dug my fingers further into the ground - it would only take a second - why was it so hot - hunger - very hungry.
"Run - please - p-please run" choking out the words even though it hurt. I could feel how the skin under my eyes harden and the veins emerge.
"I-I'll go get s-some help" he stuttered, fear in his every word as he stumbled away.
Dragging myself up, I used the surface of the car to support myself. Giving all my strength, I lifted myself on my shaky knees - why is the world moving so much?
Shaky breathes got me standing and breathing heavily and I clutched at my chest with a rapid heart that seemed to want to escape and I wanted to claw it out.
Leaving the car, I began to run through the trees to get away before the guy came back. Flashes of colour blurred in my vision as I searched my surroundings - paranoid with the various sounds.
Blinking through the obscured sight, I tried to see clearly but it wasn't helping instead creating a headache so I fell onto the bark of a tree, sliding to the ground as blackness penetrated through my mind.
"No...Damon...Please not now" croaking out before unconsciousness overtook my body and I fell to the ground.
