Day 2 Pt 2

I turned to the human. Its complexion was definitely ruddy. Ah, that was a simple fix. I sifted through my drawers to find my scalpels. Yes, a good sharp one. Sometimes they flinch when you use a dull one. It's a little scary. Like hurting an actual person. But they don't feel pain, at least not too much. They've been genetically modified not to- as well as to grow extra organs and such. A side effect of accelerated healing, and a quite tasty one at that.

 

I wasn't really in the mood for blood today, though I'm not so picky to say no to anything. I slumped the human over one arm, and used my free hand to slice a cut across its wrists. Eh, a few more would speed up the process, I thought, as I drew the blade against the pale white skin. The thick fluid dripped into a bucket I'd placed below.

 

A thought came to me. I was kind of hungry- perhaps I could have a wee snack? It would help with the process, which would usually take a while. I peered down at its throat. Pale, white, and delicate. My body slunk into the tub beside the human. It was a hard angle, but I guess I managed it. My fangs sunk into her veins as I held her in place- god, it must have looked so awkward! Heheh. I sat there for a good while, just suckling at the cut. Lapping at it as if I were a puppy in need of milk.

 

Blood's warm. It's raw, and comforting, I guess. I remember having a bowl of blood for many a meal as a child. Mum used to say I looked like a cat drinking it. Decades later and I'm still doing this. Funny how life works. And it's still the same- some of it went down my throat in hot torrents, some of it slipped onto my chin and dried stickily.

 

I grasped its head to angle its neck better. And then it happened.

 

The blindfold came off its eyes- I'd knocked it aside. Its lids lifted, and it stared at me. Those eyes- dull, but brilliant. Alien. I drew back immediately. It couldn't be looking at me, could it? These things didn't have minds. Well, they did to some extent, but... they didn't look like that. Like they knew. Like a person.

 

Maybe it just happened to be looking in my direction out of coincidence. Humans do move. They just don't do it that often if you don't make them. I flopped out of the tub and dusted myself off. Anxiously, I looked back at its face again.

 

It was still looking at me.

 

My body shuddered- I knew it was irrational. So what if it could track movement? Any dumb animal could. No. That didn't mean anything. It wasn't sentient. Maybe if I moved to the right a bit-

 

The head turned to face me.

 

S-so what if it can track movement? It's a human. It's a mammal, it can do that... it's an instinct. There's nothing to it. Cautiously, I inched forward. Its eyes- its eyes- there. I slipped the blindfold over again. Done. No more looking.

 

I sat there, inches away from its face, its moist breath hitting my nose in waves. Long, slow waves. It was sleeping. Goddamnit. God-fucking-damnit. These things, they're just- they're alive. I reminded myself that yeah, they are, big fucking woop. But they usually don't show it. I shuddered. The constant drip-drop of blood dulled my senses. I just slumped down onto the floor and stared. Blank-minded. Shocked.

 

I must have looked like the world's biggest loser, just lounging around for God-knows-how-long, looking into the blindfolded face of a human while a bucket of blood lay between my shock-stretched legs. Her wrists gradually healed, and there was a silence. I got up.

 

Picking it up by the handle, I swung the bucket over my shoulder and dumped it in the fridge. I wiped the dried blood off my face and left.