Pleasurable Venom
Chapter 14: Blood
I must have stayed quite because Finny speaks up.
"Is there something you need Helain?"
I shake my head in a no and pounder over any reason someone here would have upset him. A lone tear slips down to my chin and falls to the floor.
"Helain?" His voice is filled to the brim of concern.
"I am sorry Finny. I am okay. May I come in?" The last bit comes out in a rush. I wonder briefly if he understood until a grip on my wrist pulls me in excitedly. Thoughts rush into my mind. The second the door is closed I smile at him and embrace his small figure. He returns the hug and blushes. The gentleness put into effort on his side is stunning and makes me wonder how strong he really is. I watch the tinge of dusted pink spread across his cheeks. This is what a friend is. This warmth is what it feels like to be in a friendship and it is comforting. It is trust and every small detail of feeling. My flaring temper and concern simmers down to an almost unnoticeable level. I back out of the gesture and smile kindly at Finny. The blush I sa shade of brick and I giggle slightly. He is so innocent.
"You were crying, why?" his gaze turns down to his shoes and the blush gets deeper. After seconds of silence I almost think he isn't going to tell me.
"It is okay Finny. I have secrets to. Everyone does. I am your friend and you can trust me. You don't have to tell me but I can promise you I will help in any way I can. If you do choose to tell me do not lie. I can smell it." The last part is stern and honest. I would rather him not tell me then have him lie. Drops of sweat break my smell and I notice his nervousness. Every last hair on his neck is on end and at attention. The muscles in his fingers are trembling and fidgeting with the worn hem of his shirt. I steel myself and wait for a reply.
"P…Promise you won't tell anyone?" My head jerks up and I put sincerity into my eyes. The white in my hair fading into a light golden. Anger strikes me at the thought of him even thinking I would tell a secret I already promised to keep. But it dies quickly. He needs the reassurance.
"I promise." I have sealed the deal. I will protect the secret with my life. That is what a friend does, is it not? He fumbles over his words for a bit, until he finally finds his voice and instead of a dark brick, his blush reaches blood red.
"I am bleeding." I tilt my head. I stick my tongue out briefly and the scent of blood is heavy. The taste of copper in my mouth can be there. It is so strong. Blurs cross my vision at the scents heaviness. I force it out though because of Finny's reliance on my reaction. After the world focuses back into its proper place, concern is all I can feel. The passion showing up in a bright golden in my hair.
"May I see where?" I must tread these waters very carefully. Any emotion can cross him now. The situation is one I cannot screw up. Small nervous noises fall out of the boy's mouth at a rapid speed. At four seconds after asking, I think I have crossed a line. At twenty three seconds after my question I begin to fidget with my apron. Finally, a delicate nod of his head allows the breath of air captive in my lungs free. He points over to the bed in the corner behind him. I steadily walk to the bed and find the blood. One dark pool of fresh blood is in the middle area of the mattress. A bundle of sheets lay at the foot of the bed, where more of the sticky liquid has stained to white. The memory of my hair flits across my vision. Blood on white. I examine the crimson red with sharp eyes. A potent stench cause my nose and lips to wrinkle. I know that smell to well. Seven years ago it was new to my senses but now it is one thing I wish to vanish. The pain that comes with the scent can range from a small knot to a stabbing pain in your side and stomach. The blood is horrible to you. It smells so unbarring. Hell is the closest thing to it.
Flash Back…
Bitter cold bites slowly at my body. I hate baths. Another bucket pours ice water down my naked body and I have to bite my tongue to keep my scream in my throat. I only succeed at holding some of it back. A low wail skips past my lips and reaches the man's ears. Hands grip my hair and a loud crack can be heard from my head as it hits the metal bars of my cage. Blood seeps onto my forehead and I can only imagine what the red looks like on my hair. Stars and blur muddle my vision and endorphins numb the fiery pain on my skull.
"You ungrateful bitch." The voice is loud and hurts my ears. I whimper and he shoves my entire body to the ground of my cage. Freezing water and cold metal meet my knees and hands before they meet my whole front. I gingerly push up onto my palms to support my chest in the air. Tears rim my eyelids and fall soundlessly to the floor. Foots steps and the door slamming shake the steel around my wrists. He will be back later. That's when I feel hot thick liquid pool in my thighs. I don't remember ever being hurt near my thighs. Then again I just had my skull cracked against the cruel bars of my prison.
Bringing one leg into the air I assess the damage. At what I see I jump back from my legs and shriek. I scoot backwards as if I could get away from it. The tightening in my chest allows me hardly any precious air. Coming from in between my legs is blood. Thick hot blood.
End Flash Back…
Every month after that, the blood would start again and following where all the hellish companions. I first began to notice the mood changes, then the pain, following is the cravings for foods, after that I noticed every other change. Every time the symptoms change. After the second time my body began the torture. I began yarning for a mate. To mate with someone. It is agony. Pulling out of my thoughts, I turn to Finny. I need to help him pass through this. I wonder if everyone has this. I need to help him pass through hell. He cannot suffer as I do. I am his fiend and will not allow this to happen. At the least I will stay here all night and feed him whatever he wants if he wishes. My goal is set, now to eradicate it.