Blood Donor
Chapter 1
Blood. I smell blood. And it’s close. Oh so very close. The aroma is awakening something in me. Something primal. I’m so hungry…Thirsty…Whatever you want to call it. But I promised. I promised Mikey that if they got me I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t kill. Not a human, anyway, though I haven’t feasted on animals either.
How many days has it been since the change? How long have I gone without sustenance? I can’t seem to remember, but I know it’s been a long time. A very long time. And now the blood is coming closer. Whatever it is, it’s scared. The heart is stuttering faster and faster. Tantalizing. Delicious. Maybe just a Taste. After all, to drink is not to kill. And death must occur for the change.
Thump. Thump. Thump. My ears are tracking the heartbeat. Closer. Closer. And there is the poor soul who has crossed my path, scurrying past the mouth of my alleyway. A second longer and he’ll be gone. I should wait. I should let him go. But I don’t. Instead, I lunge. In a flash, he is underneath me on the ground, struggling but too weak to put up much of a fight. Even starved I am stronger.
Without further thought, I bite. My new teeth tear effortlessly through the flesh. And the blood rushes in. Oh, the flavor! It’s unlike anything I’ve tasted before! Why have I been denying myself this pleasure? It’s wonderful, intoxicating even. And this feeling…I can feel his life draining away. It’s fantastic. I don’t want to stop. I want him cold and lifeless in my arms. I want to stash his corpse in a place only I know.
And then more. I can kill more, and have this feeling all the time. I can start a collection. The corpses will be my friends. I can talk to them when I’m lonely. When I miss Mikey. Mikey…
“Please, Gee, promise me. If they ever get you, don’t kill. No matter what your physical body does, don’t become one of them mentally.”
I rip myself away from the prey. How can I deny my brother his dying wish? That’s right. That’s why I can’t kill. Because a monster took my brother from me. And I refuse to become one of them. Whatever my porcelain skin portrays. Whatever the savage fangs in my mouth say, I will not be one of them. I will remain human at heart.
So what did I just do? There is a man…No, a boy. Can’t be older than his late teens, lying under me. And he is unconscious. And I am to blame. I can still sense his heart, and it still calls to me, but it is weak. I can resist. I have to help him, but how? Going to a hospital is out of the question. They would have me killed in an instant. So what?
An instinct, one that must come from my nature as a beast, sweeps over me. I lean down and lick the wound, just once. Heal, I think out of desperation. And it works. Before my eyes, the blood is stopping. The wound is closing. The boy is waking.
The boy is waking.
I jump back into my alley and watch as he comes to. He sits up slowly and grips his head. Blood loss can do that to a person. Then he begins to look around, sweeping his head back and forth. I know he’s looking for me, but revealing myself could mean certain death. Then his eyes rest on the shadows which conceal me, and I stifle a gasp.
He’s beautiful. If his eyes weren’t so clearly a shimmering hazel, I would believe him to be like me. His skin is smooth, flawless. And his lips are something to be desired. Soft and pink, shaped in just the right way. I can tell that beneath his clothes he is toned, yet not bulky. With his eyes filled with fear, he is a picture of innocence. Save for a few things.
Piercings mar his lovely skin, creating holes. Some large, some small. And I can see hints of ink peaking at me from his neck and hands. I can tell it continues up his arms, but with the cold winter weather causing him to wear a jacket I can’t see them.
Cold. When was the last time I felt that sensation? It can’t have been more than a year ago, but now even the memory is beginning to elude me. A beast is taking over my mind, making me less human every day. And I’m powerless to stop it.
“I know you’re there,” the boy barely whispers, but I hear the words loud and clear, “I don’t know why you spared me, but thank you.”
Then he gets up and walks away, leaving me to wonder. How can he show gratitude over being spared when I attacked him so viciously? How am I any better than the rest of them? I was ruthless in my actions, drinking without remorse. Until my memory. Memory. It’s all I have to hold on to of my human life. I hope to never lose it, but I am immortal now.
No matter how much I starve myself, I cannot die. Only a human can kill me, but I do not want that. I don’t want to die by their hands, because I’ve done nothing wrong. Or, I hadn’t until tonight. So I will keep on living. I will do it…For Mikey. For the image of his pleading face as the light faded behind his eyes. For the voice that will forever ring in my mind. For my baby brother.
How many days has it been since the change? How long have I gone without sustenance? I can’t seem to remember, but I know it’s been a long time. A very long time. And now the blood is coming closer. Whatever it is, it’s scared. The heart is stuttering faster and faster. Tantalizing. Delicious. Maybe just a Taste. After all, to drink is not to kill. And death must occur for the change.
Thump. Thump. Thump. My ears are tracking the heartbeat. Closer. Closer. And there is the poor soul who has crossed my path, scurrying past the mouth of my alleyway. A second longer and he’ll be gone. I should wait. I should let him go. But I don’t. Instead, I lunge. In a flash, he is underneath me on the ground, struggling but too weak to put up much of a fight. Even starved I am stronger.
Without further thought, I bite. My new teeth tear effortlessly through the flesh. And the blood rushes in. Oh, the flavor! It’s unlike anything I’ve tasted before! Why have I been denying myself this pleasure? It’s wonderful, intoxicating even. And this feeling…I can feel his life draining away. It’s fantastic. I don’t want to stop. I want him cold and lifeless in my arms. I want to stash his corpse in a place only I know.
And then more. I can kill more, and have this feeling all the time. I can start a collection. The corpses will be my friends. I can talk to them when I’m lonely. When I miss Mikey. Mikey…
“Please, Gee, promise me. If they ever get you, don’t kill. No matter what your physical body does, don’t become one of them mentally.”
I rip myself away from the prey. How can I deny my brother his dying wish? That’s right. That’s why I can’t kill. Because a monster took my brother from me. And I refuse to become one of them. Whatever my porcelain skin portrays. Whatever the savage fangs in my mouth say, I will not be one of them. I will remain human at heart.
So what did I just do? There is a man…No, a boy. Can’t be older than his late teens, lying under me. And he is unconscious. And I am to blame. I can still sense his heart, and it still calls to me, but it is weak. I can resist. I have to help him, but how? Going to a hospital is out of the question. They would have me killed in an instant. So what?
An instinct, one that must come from my nature as a beast, sweeps over me. I lean down and lick the wound, just once. Heal, I think out of desperation. And it works. Before my eyes, the blood is stopping. The wound is closing. The boy is waking.
The boy is waking.
I jump back into my alley and watch as he comes to. He sits up slowly and grips his head. Blood loss can do that to a person. Then he begins to look around, sweeping his head back and forth. I know he’s looking for me, but revealing myself could mean certain death. Then his eyes rest on the shadows which conceal me, and I stifle a gasp.
He’s beautiful. If his eyes weren’t so clearly a shimmering hazel, I would believe him to be like me. His skin is smooth, flawless. And his lips are something to be desired. Soft and pink, shaped in just the right way. I can tell that beneath his clothes he is toned, yet not bulky. With his eyes filled with fear, he is a picture of innocence. Save for a few things.
Piercings mar his lovely skin, creating holes. Some large, some small. And I can see hints of ink peaking at me from his neck and hands. I can tell it continues up his arms, but with the cold winter weather causing him to wear a jacket I can’t see them.
Cold. When was the last time I felt that sensation? It can’t have been more than a year ago, but now even the memory is beginning to elude me. A beast is taking over my mind, making me less human every day. And I’m powerless to stop it.
“I know you’re there,” the boy barely whispers, but I hear the words loud and clear, “I don’t know why you spared me, but thank you.”
Then he gets up and walks away, leaving me to wonder. How can he show gratitude over being spared when I attacked him so viciously? How am I any better than the rest of them? I was ruthless in my actions, drinking without remorse. Until my memory. Memory. It’s all I have to hold on to of my human life. I hope to never lose it, but I am immortal now.
No matter how much I starve myself, I cannot die. Only a human can kill me, but I do not want that. I don’t want to die by their hands, because I’ve done nothing wrong. Or, I hadn’t until tonight. So I will keep on living. I will do it…For Mikey. For the image of his pleading face as the light faded behind his eyes. For the voice that will forever ring in my mind. For my baby brother.
@MayMayChan
Oh its fine! Sorry it took 6 months for me to reply, this website is messing up for me so much.
4/1/17