8 Blood-thirsty (1/2)

Ezlynn suddenly gained her consciousness with a light tap on her shoulder.

”Are you awake now?”

She felt quite nauseous; her head was throbbing, and she couldn't open her eyes. However, she could feel a bed below her and the waning moonlight peeking through the window. There was pressure on her body, something sticking her aching muscles down to the bed.

The person tapped her on the shoulder again, as her eyes slowly opened. Kieran was sitting on her bedside, in a room which was not her own. Ezlynn's eyes suddenly flashed what had happened during their ”fight” as she tried to get up and carnage Kieran as much as she could with her claws. Yet, her dizziness blurred her vision as Ezlynn laid down back again. Every part of her body ached, and she felt paralyzed.

”Calm down, dear. It's useless if you try to get up.” Kieran said. He was sitting on her bedside and casting his red, glowing eyes upon her.

”Y-you Vampire! What did you do!” she screamed, for she was purely frightened. Her body was compressed by a force that Kieran had created. Because she felt drugged and was taped down on his bed had reminded her of the mature films she had watched on the night of Valentine's day. Ezlynn tried to protect herself from him by preparing her claws, but they refused to form. Instead, she suddenly felt a thirst crawling up to her throat.

”Hah, hah....” she gasped, overwhelmed by dizziness. ”Did you drug me?”

”No,”

”Then what did you do?”

”You'll find out after I tell you the secret I've wanted to tell.”

”You promised to tell the secret if you LOSE, but you won.”

”I'm not a Werewolf, and therefore the fight was not official.”

She glared at him as the thirst became stronger.

”Ah!”

There came a pang in her throat. It wasn't pain; it was thirst. But not for food nor beverages. She turned to Kieran for help, and let out a faint scream at what she saw. Ezlynn could perceive every little veins and artery of his body as if his skin was transparent.

”Hah, hah, hah....”

It felt like the thirst was going scorch her to death. She groaned in pain as Kieran reached out his wrist over her face.

”What are you gonna do?” she moaned. The thirst was choking her now as she could see the veins and arteries in his wrist. Her partnership mark was still there.

Suddenly, she wanted to bite, seeing all the veins and arteries and blood gushing through them. But it was not an impulse; it was an instinct. Observing all the arteries and veins, she bit in on the major vein with her teeth, only to realize that they were not teeth anymore. Her fangs, about an inch, sank through his pale skin. What had she become?

Kieran let out a wince as Ezlynn tasted the blood that was dripping from his wrist.

”Enjoy all you want until your body tells you to stop,” he winced in between.

Ezlynn strangely felt that her thirst was satisfied by every droplet of blood she sucked from Kieran's wrist. If it weren't for the satisfying quench of her desire, she would have demanded an explanation. However, the blood was aesthetically pleasing than any food or water she had ever consumed.

”Mhm...” she softly moaned, her thirst quenching expediently.

Sucking on the blood was quite tiring, and after her thirst was satisfied fully, she drew away from his wrist, panting.

”W-what, have you done to me?” her headache had disappeared.

”I simply woke you up,”

Ezlynn glared at Kieran.

”Be serious, or I will hurt you.”