I went into the main living area and blew out the candles. My eyes quickly became accustomed to the darkness. I pulled open the curtains and opened the window. I stuck my head out and looked around, trying to find her. Finally I caught sight of a glowing green light on the other side of the street; Andrea's figure came into view.
She moved her arms as if to ask "Can I come over and see him?" I dramatically shook my head and made a throat cutting movement. Her figure disappeared into the darkness.
Closing the window, I turned my attention back to inspecting Kyle's belongings and home. I went straight for his kitchen, opening up cabinets and the refrigerator. The cabinets were essentially empty and the fridge housed very little. Convincing him to eat the food I brought back would be very easy considering he was already low. I took out what he did have and began putting small amounts of what was left of the infected blood in it.
I replaced the food back into the fridge and wandered into the living room where my eyes stopped at the bat. I picked it up, opened the window and chucked it. As I watched the bat fly away into the distant darkness I became aware of Andrea again, right under the outside window frame. I reached for the window latches and began closing it when she climbed onto the frame. Rolling my eyes I reluctantly I backed up, letting her in.
"Oh come on Jason. You can't keep him all to yourself." She gave me a sly smile and stepped in.
"At least attempt to contain the acid from dripping out of your mouth." I went back to the kitchen to tidy up my mess. Andrea snatched the jar from my hands right before I packed it.
"What is this? Blood?" She undid the lid, stuck her fingers in and placed them in her mouth. She made all sorts of pleasure sounds as she licked. They made me shiver in disgust. How anyone found that attractive even before the infection was beyond me. "Why were you putting this in a medkit? For the time you've been over here, one of you should have eaten this already. It's like he doesn't know and you're not-" She dipped her fingers in again, only this time increasing the volume.
I slapped my hand over her mouth. "Will you shut the fuck up?" I peeked around the corner, checking for movement. "He's sleeping." I took the jar from her, closed it and put it away. "And yes. He doesn't know and I haven't told him."
Andrea failed at her attempt to conceal her laughter. "Ohh he's asleep? Do anything to him yet?" I shoved her into the counter and looked away, grinning at the thought. She playfully pushed me. "Don't you dare. He's mine." She clasped her hands together like a teenage girl would do when talking about who she believed was her soul mate. "What's his name by the way?"
"Kyle." I crossed my arms. "You must be seriously delusional Andrea. He wouldn't even get within five yards of your saggy boobs and pregnancy fat."
As if completely ignoring my insult she continued with her delusion. "Kyle? Ohh, what a cute name for that adorable fella." She walked past me and started for the bedroom. My hand shot out catching her arm. She turned and I shook my head. "Let go Jason." Despite my bizarre desire to keep Kyle all to myself I released Andrea who promptly continued into the bedroom.
Andrea was on all fours straddling the sleeping Kyle when I walked in. "Andrea! What the hell-" I lowered my voice to a whisper. "What the hell are you doing?"
Her voice was barely audible. "Shh... I'm looking." Frustrated, I clenched my fists. You can look from afar! She lowered her face to his. I watched in disgust from where I stood, not wanting to move and cause her to wake him. She ran her vilely long fingernails across his cheek while her other hand played with his short brown hair. A drop of acid escaped her mouth, landing on his forehead. He didn't flinch. She lowered herself to his chest, pressing an ear against him. "I can hear him breathing... and his heart beating..." Leaning to one side, she observed one of his hands. I stared in horror as Andrea's body rested on Kyle's. Oh thank god those sleeping pills were strong...
After what seemed like forever of watching Andrea defile Kyle in his sleep she got off him. Only to lay beside him, one arm on his chest. She let out a pleased sigh. I couldn't take it anymore. "Andrea. Get. The. Fuck. Out." She looked up at me from behind Kyle, clearly displeased. I went to the end of the bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled. Her body made a loud thud as it hit the floor. We both froze hoping he hadn't woken from that.
Once she was on her feet I pushed her out of the room and closed the bedroom door behind me. "Man was that a treat."
"Never do that again!" I pushed her back violently.
She shrugged like it was no big deal. "Oh please Jason. I was just having a little fun. Besides, I didn't 'touch'."
"Having fun? Don't treat him like one of your stripper clients from when you were alive!" I was suddenly overcome by a coughing fit.
"Geez, since when did you become so protective?" She walked over towards the window. "You haven't shown interest in anyone since Braydon and he didn't even last a day before he exploded into a cloud of smoke. What makes you think you won't do that again?" I was speechless. My eyes wandered everywhere but towards Andrea. "We die around you Jason." She stepped out onto the window frame. "Don't let him die like the others." Before I could get a word in edgewise she jumped out the window.
I leaned out the window. "If you tell the others, at least leave out the location! The less of them stopping by for a visit the better!" She waved and disappeared down the street. I quickly shut and locked the window. I plopped down on the couch and stared at the ceiling.
Kyle clenched his teeth together. Feeling a deep chill wash through his body emerging out of nowhere. The only warmth he felt was a hand resting on his face and someone's breath on his lips. He desperately wanted to sit up and hold onto that warmth but he couldn't move. He couldn't even open his eyes. What's going on...?All too soon that warmth vanished and he craved its return.
As if answering his desire he felt that warmth again.. all over his body. What the hell is going on? He wanted to wiggle away but again found he couldn't move; couldn't even call out. He knew whatever it was; it wasn't the same comforting warmth he felt seemingly moments ago. A deep shiver crawled over his body as something moved across his cheek. Then he felt something lumpy fall onto his body. Get off...!Throughout all of this Kyle could hear voices. One he thought could be Jason, the other he had no idea. He dismissed them as part of this sick nightmare.
Once again the cold began to seep in and he felt he was alone. His mind drifted in and out of sleep over the next couple hours.
I was jolted awake by an agonized groan. No mindless infected could make a noise like that, it had to of come from Kyle. I shot up and rolled off the couch onto my feet. Instinctively I shielded my eyes from the bright light shining in through the window. After closing the blinds I fetched the jar of blood, which was almost empty thanks to Andrea, and poured it into a drinking glass. To dull the taste and make it less chunky I filled the glass halfway with water.
Another noise from down the hall caused me to rush. Within minutes I was in the room. He was leaning over the bed dry heaving. I sat down beside him and placed my hand on his back.
Kyle took a few short deep breaths in between his fit. After what seemed like forever he turned to me, his eyes glued to the glass in my hand. "Is that-?"
"Water. Figured you'd need it." He graciously took it, chugging it down without hesitation. Since he hadn't shook it off I kept my hand on his back. For a moment, when he was sitting up it felt like he was leaning back into it.
He sat next to me with the cup in his hands. "Thanks..." I still had to strain to hear his mumble. He placed the cup on the bedside table and got off the bed. "Oh... great..." He disappointedly inspected his clothes which were obviously ripped. Damn it Andrea.
"Want me to help repair those?" I asked, watching him leave for the bathroom. I followed him but stopped dead at the doorway. He had just pulled his hoodie up over his head and began to pull down his cargo pants. My cheeks burned, "You don't need to take those off, I'll help you patch them." Disappointingly and yet to my relief, he pulled them back up.
Kyle stood on his tiptoes reaching for something on top of a cabinet. I had yet to notice he was shorter than me; by an entire head. He grabbed the hoodie and walked past me into the living room where he plopped down on a couch. A loud slow ripping sound burst into existence. I watched as Kyle duct-tapped his hoodie on the upper and lower arms where the tears were.
I walked over and ripped a piece free from the roll. He lifted his leg up and rested it on the table. I wrapped multiple pieces around his thighs and lower legs where there were rips. Every time I had to get a new piece the obnoxious sound burst into the air, causing me to flinch.
I placed the roll of duct tape on the table and plopped down across from him. There was a ray of sunlight, escaping through the cracks of the shades, that split his body almost perfectly. In that light I could easily tell what the infection was doing in his body. Kyle's entire left side was pale, either starting to die or already dead, consumed by the infection. His right side was also pale, but with a definite glow of life. I could just barely see the infection beginning to consume his right eye. Kyle raised one of his hands to shield his left eye from the sun. It's already become super sensitive to the light...
"Thanks for... helping me." He muttered, covering his mouth to cough in the middle. I simply waved it off as I stood. I gathered the duct tape and headed for the bathroom.
As soon as I turned my back to him I heard a growl erupt from deep within his throat; one that anyone could recognize as that of a Hunter. I whipped my head around, only to see him crouching right before lunging at me. The shear force crashed against me, knocking me to the ground. His legs were on either side of me, I was pinned. "Ky-" As soon as the syllables escaped my mouth his features turned sinister, evil... full of blood lust. His eyes were no long the sweet chocolate color I knew them to be, but a crimson red. Is he going to kill me...? The thought crossed my mind like a bullet train. Kyle's hands... claws ripped through my jacket, shirt and into my chest and abdomen. I watched in horror as he slashed, tearing out my organs and spraying my blood all over the floor and walls. My blood covered his clothes. It was as if he was permanently lost and consumed by the urge to kill. My senses quickly began to fade. I could barely feel him grasp my heart before he tore it from my chest.