Blood Donor
Chapter 9
Once again life, or death depending on how it’s viewed, carries on. And once again, Frank has brought some serious changes. I don’t go back to the alley. What would be the point now? I have a more regular supply of blood and someone who I think I can safely call a boyfriend. For some reason, that word doesn’t really affect me. Boyfriend. I guess that when you’re a supernatural creature being gay just isn’t that weird.
He managed to adjust his work and sleep schedules so that he can stay up late into the night with me. I keep trying to convince him that he doesn’t have to. He just keeps insisting that leaving me alone all the time would be inhumane. He also says he was a night owl to begin with, which is pretty believable. He’s also in the process of buying large amounts of dark curtains so I can be up during the day sometimes. Again, pretty unnecessary, but he won’t take my opinion on that.
He has a habit of stopping whatever he’s doing to randomly kiss me on the cheek or hug me for odd lengths of time. I think he may be trying to prove to himself that I’m real. Or maybe that Jamia girl didn’t show her affection much. Either way, I’m okay with it. I’m starting to enjoy him being around. My nose doesn’t immediately pick up his blood anymore. I find myself just enjoying his smell sometimes, even when he’s asleep or not around. Is that strange? I don’t think so.
I’ve become a regular smoker again. It means nothing as far as my body goes, since I’m pretty sure my organs are all rotted out anyway. But I worry that it must be hell on Frank’s pocket book. I mean, he works a tiny shift at a record store. How can he possibly believe he’ll be able to support all that he has much longer? This thought often keeps me awake. I feel like I should be contributing. Get a job. But how? People don’t usually hire monsters willingly.
I’m thinking about it one night as I watch Frank read the newspaper. A sigh escapes my lips, and he looks up, “What’s up, Gee?”
I shrug, “Nothing.”
He squints, “Bullshit. I can see it on your face. What’s wrong?”
I raise my shoulders again, “I just feel pretty useless is all. I’m living in your house, using your stuff, drinking your blood, and I’m not contributing at all.”
A smirk plays at his lips, “You contribute your love. That’s enough for me. Don’t you realize you’re the best thing that’s come into my life?”
If I had any red blood left, it would be in my cheeks. I smile and lean over to kiss him, “Yeah, but love doesn’t pay the bills that I know you have. I wish I could get a job.”
He makes a small “hm” sound and stares at me over a sip of coffee. After a while of this he says, “Maybe you could.”
“Yeah? How?”
“What color were your eyes before you changed?” he answers my question with one of his own.
“Hazel, why?”
He just gets a smile that makes me certain he’s up to something. Then he stands up and kisses me again, “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.”
He’s gone before I can protest.
…
When Frank wakes up the next morning, I’m waiting for him. No way is he carrying out some plan without me knowing what it is. He smiles when he sees me and sits next to me on the couch. Then he kisses my cheek.
“Morning, beautiful.” He says.
I take a moment to soak in the compliment before cutting to the chase, “What are you planning, Frank?”
His face is a picture of innocence, and his messy bed head doesn’t help, “What do you mean?”
“I mean what we talked about last night. You have a plan, and I want to know what it is.”
The same smile from last night creeps into his face, “Oh, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Now would it?”
Now he’s getting frustrating, “Why does it have to be a surprise?”
He just shakes his head and giggles. I love when he giggles. It’s high pitched and adorable. And it always makes me want to kiss him. I do that now, grabbing the back of his head and attaching our lips. He stiffens in surprise at first, but then melts. Soon he has me on my back with our tongues completely intertwined. I don’t know how I let this happen. I was supposed to be interrogating him, not groping his ass.
He pulls away and kisses my nose, “That was nice, but I’ve got work soon and you need sleep. Are you hungry any?”
Hungry? I hadn’t thought about it. But now that he brought it up I can hear the urgent pounding of his heart. I can almost taste the way it’s pumping the blood through his veins. Hungry? Yeah. I could go for a bite. I nod slowly and he smiles.
“Don’t be afraid to ask if you are. I’ll be right back.”
I smell the instant that his wrist is cut. The house is filled with the amazing aroma. Now it’s coming closer, making my stomach growl and my throat burn. How long has it been since my last cup? Can’t have been too long…Can it? I count backwards in my head. Holy shit. It was almost two weeks ago. How did I not notice?
Frank emerges then with a cup full of red liquid and a cloth pressed to his wrist. I take care of that first, licking it closed and pressing a kiss to the flesh. I hate that he hurts himself for me, but he doesn’t seem to mind it too much. He almost seems used to it, always has. I try not to think about what that could imply.
Next I down the liquid in about two seconds and lick my lips, smiling at Frank, “Thanks. I hadn’t even realized I was so thirsty.”
He cups my face, “Yeah. I’ve been neglecting you, sorry. Now get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I can’t argue with that. A full stomach always makes me sleepy.
…
True to his word, Frank is waiting for me when I wake up. He’s sitting where I was this morning holding a small box. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about what’s in it. After all, this is the first time he’s gotten me a present. If you don’t count all the blood, that is. I walk over and try to take it from him, but he pulls it away.
“Sit,” he commands, and I do. He holds out the box and opens it slowly. I don’t understand what it is that’s inside. All I see are two brownish circles. I can tell they’re actually on two clear hemispheres, but that doesn’t really help. I raise an eyebrow at Frank.
He puts on a full tooth grin before realizing I’m confused, “They’re colored contact lenses! So you can blend in!”
Oh. Now it makes more sense. I reach out and get one on my finger, squishing it around a little. I’ve seen people put these in before. Mikey had a pair for seeing once, but it got destroyed after a week because he was careless. I look up and place it in my right eye before rolling it back down. It’s kind of dry from being out of fluid.
“Got any solution for these?” I ask.
Frank nods and gets up, heading for the kitchen. I put in the other lens while he’s gone. He comes back with a bottle and the case for them. I drop some solution into my eyes and blink a few times to get comfortable. Then I smile at Frank.
“How do I look?”
“Amazing. But don’t ask me, look for yourself.”
He holds up a mirror that I didn’t realize he had and I gasp. I look totally normal. You can’t see the red in my eyes at all. If there was a bit more green in the irises I’d swear I was never changed at all. It’s incredible. I grab Frank into a kiss.
“You’re the best,” I say simply. It causes him to blush.
“I just wanted to make you feel better. Now you can get a night shift somewhere. And…I was thinking I would too. The music store loves me and all, but if we got jobs with the same hours there would be more time to spend together. And we wouldn’t have to be tired all the time.”
He’s thought about this? That’s really sweet, “Are you sure? Adjusting to that sleep schedule could be rough on you.”
He nods, “One-hundred percent. I have tomorrow off work, so I can go around and pick up applications. With any luck we’ll work in the same place.”
I kiss him again, just because I can’t help myself, “Thank you. This means so much to me.” I really can’t remember the last time someone cared this much about me.
“No problem, Gee. But I want an early start, so I’m going to bed okay?”
“All right. Night.”
He managed to adjust his work and sleep schedules so that he can stay up late into the night with me. I keep trying to convince him that he doesn’t have to. He just keeps insisting that leaving me alone all the time would be inhumane. He also says he was a night owl to begin with, which is pretty believable. He’s also in the process of buying large amounts of dark curtains so I can be up during the day sometimes. Again, pretty unnecessary, but he won’t take my opinion on that.
He has a habit of stopping whatever he’s doing to randomly kiss me on the cheek or hug me for odd lengths of time. I think he may be trying to prove to himself that I’m real. Or maybe that Jamia girl didn’t show her affection much. Either way, I’m okay with it. I’m starting to enjoy him being around. My nose doesn’t immediately pick up his blood anymore. I find myself just enjoying his smell sometimes, even when he’s asleep or not around. Is that strange? I don’t think so.
I’ve become a regular smoker again. It means nothing as far as my body goes, since I’m pretty sure my organs are all rotted out anyway. But I worry that it must be hell on Frank’s pocket book. I mean, he works a tiny shift at a record store. How can he possibly believe he’ll be able to support all that he has much longer? This thought often keeps me awake. I feel like I should be contributing. Get a job. But how? People don’t usually hire monsters willingly.
I’m thinking about it one night as I watch Frank read the newspaper. A sigh escapes my lips, and he looks up, “What’s up, Gee?”
I shrug, “Nothing.”
He squints, “Bullshit. I can see it on your face. What’s wrong?”
I raise my shoulders again, “I just feel pretty useless is all. I’m living in your house, using your stuff, drinking your blood, and I’m not contributing at all.”
A smirk plays at his lips, “You contribute your love. That’s enough for me. Don’t you realize you’re the best thing that’s come into my life?”
If I had any red blood left, it would be in my cheeks. I smile and lean over to kiss him, “Yeah, but love doesn’t pay the bills that I know you have. I wish I could get a job.”
He makes a small “hm” sound and stares at me over a sip of coffee. After a while of this he says, “Maybe you could.”
“Yeah? How?”
“What color were your eyes before you changed?” he answers my question with one of his own.
“Hazel, why?”
He just gets a smile that makes me certain he’s up to something. Then he stands up and kisses me again, “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.”
He’s gone before I can protest.
…
When Frank wakes up the next morning, I’m waiting for him. No way is he carrying out some plan without me knowing what it is. He smiles when he sees me and sits next to me on the couch. Then he kisses my cheek.
“Morning, beautiful.” He says.
I take a moment to soak in the compliment before cutting to the chase, “What are you planning, Frank?”
His face is a picture of innocence, and his messy bed head doesn’t help, “What do you mean?”
“I mean what we talked about last night. You have a plan, and I want to know what it is.”
The same smile from last night creeps into his face, “Oh, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Now would it?”
Now he’s getting frustrating, “Why does it have to be a surprise?”
He just shakes his head and giggles. I love when he giggles. It’s high pitched and adorable. And it always makes me want to kiss him. I do that now, grabbing the back of his head and attaching our lips. He stiffens in surprise at first, but then melts. Soon he has me on my back with our tongues completely intertwined. I don’t know how I let this happen. I was supposed to be interrogating him, not groping his ass.
He pulls away and kisses my nose, “That was nice, but I’ve got work soon and you need sleep. Are you hungry any?”
Hungry? I hadn’t thought about it. But now that he brought it up I can hear the urgent pounding of his heart. I can almost taste the way it’s pumping the blood through his veins. Hungry? Yeah. I could go for a bite. I nod slowly and he smiles.
“Don’t be afraid to ask if you are. I’ll be right back.”
I smell the instant that his wrist is cut. The house is filled with the amazing aroma. Now it’s coming closer, making my stomach growl and my throat burn. How long has it been since my last cup? Can’t have been too long…Can it? I count backwards in my head. Holy shit. It was almost two weeks ago. How did I not notice?
Frank emerges then with a cup full of red liquid and a cloth pressed to his wrist. I take care of that first, licking it closed and pressing a kiss to the flesh. I hate that he hurts himself for me, but he doesn’t seem to mind it too much. He almost seems used to it, always has. I try not to think about what that could imply.
Next I down the liquid in about two seconds and lick my lips, smiling at Frank, “Thanks. I hadn’t even realized I was so thirsty.”
He cups my face, “Yeah. I’ve been neglecting you, sorry. Now get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I can’t argue with that. A full stomach always makes me sleepy.
…
True to his word, Frank is waiting for me when I wake up. He’s sitting where I was this morning holding a small box. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about what’s in it. After all, this is the first time he’s gotten me a present. If you don’t count all the blood, that is. I walk over and try to take it from him, but he pulls it away.
“Sit,” he commands, and I do. He holds out the box and opens it slowly. I don’t understand what it is that’s inside. All I see are two brownish circles. I can tell they’re actually on two clear hemispheres, but that doesn’t really help. I raise an eyebrow at Frank.
He puts on a full tooth grin before realizing I’m confused, “They’re colored contact lenses! So you can blend in!”
Oh. Now it makes more sense. I reach out and get one on my finger, squishing it around a little. I’ve seen people put these in before. Mikey had a pair for seeing once, but it got destroyed after a week because he was careless. I look up and place it in my right eye before rolling it back down. It’s kind of dry from being out of fluid.
“Got any solution for these?” I ask.
Frank nods and gets up, heading for the kitchen. I put in the other lens while he’s gone. He comes back with a bottle and the case for them. I drop some solution into my eyes and blink a few times to get comfortable. Then I smile at Frank.
“How do I look?”
“Amazing. But don’t ask me, look for yourself.”
He holds up a mirror that I didn’t realize he had and I gasp. I look totally normal. You can’t see the red in my eyes at all. If there was a bit more green in the irises I’d swear I was never changed at all. It’s incredible. I grab Frank into a kiss.
“You’re the best,” I say simply. It causes him to blush.
“I just wanted to make you feel better. Now you can get a night shift somewhere. And…I was thinking I would too. The music store loves me and all, but if we got jobs with the same hours there would be more time to spend together. And we wouldn’t have to be tired all the time.”
He’s thought about this? That’s really sweet, “Are you sure? Adjusting to that sleep schedule could be rough on you.”
He nods, “One-hundred percent. I have tomorrow off work, so I can go around and pick up applications. With any luck we’ll work in the same place.”
I kiss him again, just because I can’t help myself, “Thank you. This means so much to me.” I really can’t remember the last time someone cared this much about me.
“No problem, Gee. But I want an early start, so I’m going to bed okay?”
“All right. Night.”
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