As soon as Catherine offered the new kid, Luc some if the blood, the vampire body which I inhibited suddenly lusted for the blood as well. I was hardly able to control myself from diving forwards, engulfing all the blood available. I had a momentary thought. Was this happening because of the memories? Was I remembering what this vampire had remembered blood to be like? Yes, that was it.
I could feel the sweat drops on my forehead and neck. I clenched and unclenched my fist as I tried to control myself. I could do this. I could hold back. I needed to train my body to be able to overcome any obstacle. But this was getting out of hand. I couldn't even take my eyes off of the blood.
I managed to move my body. I had to get away from the blood, get on my own. I would be better off there. I was going to do this. I found my room after stumbling down the hall like a dry alcoholic. But, Cujo followed, and I could sense the blood in his veins, I could practically taste it. I stopped where I was and took deep calming breaths. No. I couldn't do what I wanted to do. It wasn't right.
"You ok?" he asked me gently. Though, I barely registered that he had said anything at all. I was only concerned about my hunger for blood. My thirst.
"I-I'm thirsty!" I managed to speak. "I need to feed." No coherent thoughts were running through my head. I didn't even have the mental stability to think about morphing into something else. The hunger was too potent and it overtook my rational thinking brain. I had weakened heavily when I had gotten my new power.
The next thing I knew, Cujo was unbuttoning his shirt, pulling his arm out of his sleeve, exposing his neck. My eyes shot open and I could hear the blood, my mouth watering. "You want to feed, then my neck is open game," he told me.
I needn't be told twice. In a flash of a second, I had shoved him up against the wall with a lot of force, and he tilted his head giving me a greater view of his neck. A brief thought that this was wrong flashed across my mind for a second before I opened my mouth and bit into his flesh, all too easily. I placed my hand on the side of his face and on his shoulder and drank hungrily as the monster that I had become. I could feel the power growing in me. It seemed this was better than any food I had ever eaten, any nutrients or vitamins offered.
I felt Cujo flinch and tense up at the pain, and I must have momentarily slowed down because he whispered, "Drink up." And I did. I drank more than my fill, and it was the best feeling in the world. Nothing I had ever done could compare.
I felt a heavy weight on me and I realized he had blacked out. I was taking too much. I had taken enough where I could take control over my own thoughts again, but once I had morphed into a small teenage human girl, I still felt the same addiction towards it. The lust for blood was still there. My frail body couldn't support Cujo's heavy mass, so I slid to the floor, in kind of a hug.
I stared at the wall in front of me. What had I done to myself? By drinking the blood, I had turned myself into a monster. What was wrong with me? I looked down at Cujo. I felt so bad for what I had done to him. I found myself hugging him.
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*Side note: To clarify a little bit... If anyone has seen Supernatural, that's where I got the idea. Emiko has become addicted to the blood in a way, and it's like a drug to her now.*
