Insanity And Addictions Chapter 3

A/n: (Is Hyped Up On Pocky and Pepsi) WASSUP MAH HOMIES?! (Composes self) Ahem. Sorry About That, I'm in a really good mood right now so… I decided to update ^^ I Hope you like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I STILL Don't Own Any Of These Characters, And Trust Me; If I Did…I Would Be WAY Too Occupied To Be Posting Anything On Here. LOL

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Jack Seward awoke to an excruciating

Head ache. His head throbbed intensely and he cursed his clumsiness for breaking his last bottle of precious Morphine. Hope was not lost though; he would just put in an order for several more bottles. Being a Doctor, no one questioned him when he placed orders for drugs. Unfortunately, the order could take weeks to come in. He sighed, looking over the side of his desk and to the floor. He acknowledged the pieces of glass with a mixture of a scowl and a growl. He kneeled down onto the cold stone floor and proceeded to pick up the broken shards, mumbling profanities under his breath.

Just when he thought that his day couldn't get much worse, he heard a gruff voice from his doorway.

"Sir, we require your assistance…" The guard said, frowning.

Jack, who was in the middle of picking up a rather sharp shard of glass, yelped and sliced the top of his Index finger open.

"Fantastic." He mumbled. "Just bloody fantastic!" He turned around, clutching his bleeding finger. "What do you want?" He asked, his voice dripping venom.

"It – its Renfield sir…He's been screaming all morning to see you…He…he says it's urgent…that the fate of a young girl rests on his information…" The guard stuttered, shrinking away from Jack's glare.

Jack sighed, raising a hand to massage his temple.

"I'll be right there…"

The guard nodded, slipping out of the doorway.

Jack gently dabbed at his wound with a damp cloth, hoping the bleeding would stop or at least slow down. He dressed himself, and stepped outside into the Asylum. He approached Renfield's cell slowly. He pointed to the guards, signaling for them to leave. The two guards nodded solemnly, walking over to other cells.

Jack opened the cell door and stepped inside quietly. Renfield was sitting on his bed, his head tilted back to rest on the wall. Jack opened his mouth to say something when he was cut of by Renfield's slightly worried voice.

"I've heard from my Master…" He said quietly.

"Good!" Jack exclaimed, approaching the bed.

Renfield shook his head rather violently, standing up.

"No…No…It's not good…he tells me he's found a new bride…he has his sights set on Madame Mina…"

Jack paled slightly.

"Mina Harker?"

Renfield nodded again.

"He says he's coming for her…" He gripped Jack's shoulders. "Please, you must get her away from here! She can't stay here!"

Jack raised his hand.

"Now, Now, Mr. Renfield…I'm sure she'll-" He was cut off by Renfield sniffing the air slightly. He looked down at Jack's hand and lifted it to eye level.

"Um…Mr. Renfield…" Jack mumbled awkwardly.

Jack was confounded until he realized that his finger had begun to drip blood once again. Renfield cocked his head to the side, staring at Jack's finger curiously.

"Oh dear," Jack mumbled, "I thought I stopped the bleeding…" Jack's mind began to race, what is he going to do? That was the burning question.

His question was answered when Renfield stuck his tongue out and caught a falling drop of blood. His eyes closed and he let out a small moan. Jack was frozen to the spot. What happens now? He wasn't quite sure he wanted the answer to that question.

Despite himself, Jack gasped loudly as Renfield placed the tip of his bleeding finger into his mouth, lapping at it like a kitten to a saucer of milk. His mind swirled, he tried to say something, but the words came out as a low-pitched moan that he hadn't intended to release.

Renfield began sucking on his finger, seemingly desperate to draw every last drop of blood out. When no more blood could be extracted, Renfield sighed and gently released Jack's finger. Jack blinked, stunned. He opened his eyes, and stared down at Renfield. He had a look in his eyes that sparked something in Jack's inner conscience. He crashed his lips down onto Renfield's own, savoring the metallic taste of his blood on Renfield's tongue.

Renfield's hands managed to snake their way into Jack's coat, slipping it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Jack broke the kiss, gasping for air.

"No, Stop…" He panted, "This is wrong…"

Renfield however, had no intentions of stopping. He slowly lowered his lips to Jack's neck, kissing and biting gently.

Jack bit back a moan, so as not to attract attention from the guards, but it was getting harder every second that passed.

Jack gasped, he heard approaching footsteps! He tried to make the situation seem normal so he forcefully slammed Renfield's back into a wall, holding his chin to keep his head away from his neck.

"Now listen here you," He said loudly, hoping that it all didn't seem too rehearsed, "I will not tolerate such back talk!"

He heard an awkward cough from behind him and turned, acting surprised to see a man standing at the cell's door.

"Oh hello there, you seem to have caught me at a trying time…" He smiled. "How can I help you?"

The man wasted no time; he jumped right into his questions as fast as he could.

"Are you Dr. Jack Seward?" The man asked franticly.

"Yes…why?" Jack asked slowly, regretfully letting go of Renfield's face.

"I have a message for you sir, from Professor Van Helsing…He says that it's urgent, he mentioned the name Lucy Westerna…"

Jack bolted to the barred door.

"Lucy?!" He cried, "What are you waiting for man, let's go!" He rushed out of the door. He paused momentarily when a soft voice from behind him called out again.

"Doctor…"

Jack spun around, facing the inside of the cell again. Renfield walked up to the door and held up a drooping piece of slightly torn fabric.

"Your coat…"

A/N: OMFG, ITS JESUS! (INSIDE JOKE, PLEASE DON'T ASK…)

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