Chapter 7Blackness. Dark, lonely, empty, fucking blackness.
Is blackness a word?
I don’t think so. I don’t think these are words. Pictures racing through my head, maybe…
Soft touches made me realise that the teeth had gone. No more teeth. I wanted to giggle. But I couldn’t feel my mouth. Or my tongue. Or anything really.
I heard though. I heard screaming. I heard names being called…
Bitch
Slut
I heard Nick. Nick screaming at something.
Me. He’s screaming at me.
Or is that me screaming at him.
I can’t tell anymore.
I felt soft, cool fingers slide over my skin, Brian’s soft voice in my ear. I wanted to look at him again. I was cold. Too fucking cold to think properly.
I remembered harsh fingers. Cold, jabbing fingers, all over me. Touching me, grabbing me. I wanted to kick them off but my legs wouldn’t listen.
“Kevin, wake up Kev…” Brian again. Brian was always there. “Here, I’ve got you some blood…”
Blood. God I need blood. The tangy, tempting smell drifted around me. More. I want more. I tried to open my eyes. To see it.
“Kev? Come on Kev, wake up.” Light blinded me and I growled softly. I tried again and the light calmed slightly. Brian was smiling at me.
“Why are you looking so goddamn happy?” I growled, too weak to do much else.
“You’re here Kev. That’s all.” An arm slid under me shoulders and lifted me slightly. Something warm was pressed against my lips. I looked at it. It was a wrist. My eyes followed the arm to a body, slumped next to me.
Blood. The scent of it lured me to it. I licked gently at the skin. I was too weak to bite.
Brian figured it out a second later. Quick ain’t he? He bit into the skin, breaking it, then pressed it back to my mouth. I swallowed hungrily.
Warm blood spilled into my mouth, down my throat. It coated my tongue and I drank more, loving the feel of it inside me. The human was still alive. Every time it’s heart beat, a spurt of blood filled my mouth and I gulped it down.
Finally, the blood flow slowed, finally ending in a trickle. I pushed the wrist away. Sighing.
“Feel better?” I sighed again and snuggled against Brian.
I was tired. Really tired.
Right now I feel like I could sleep through an earthquake.
Which is what just walked through the bedroom door.
Wonder how they dragged me back to the hotel?
Nick stared at me, lying comfortably in Brian’s arms. I stared right back, until I yawned and had to close my eyes.
“Brian. Out.” He said, and I felt Brian slip away from me. He walked closer to me, kneeling on the bed. I just lay there.
He better not want to fuck. I’d fall asleep half way through, and then I’d be in for it.
He leant over and stroked my hair gently.
Just great. Sighing, I rolled onto my front and waited. I felt his body over mine. His breath brushed my ear and I shivered.
“Do you really think that ill of me Kevin?” He whispered, kissing the back of my neck gently. I looked at him in confusion. He didn’t want to? He stroked my hair again, trailing his fingers through it.
Since when did Nick not want to fuck? Especially me.
I felt Nick kiss my cheek. “Don’t worry Kev. I’m not going to do anything.” He pulled me into his lap. Uncomfortable at first, but Nick does make a great pillow. “I do want you to get better.” I closed my eyes.
He may be an overbearing, egotistical bastard. But he was pretty comfortable.
I slowly let myself drift into unconsciousness on his chest.I heard his voice as a slight vibration through his skin.
“Maybe I just want you.”