thinblood

It started on Christmas Break. Jessica's sister, yeah? She's 18, and she said that she was gonna try to sneak us into one of the clubs downtown. It was kinda scary. I mean, not that I was afraid, really. More that I'd never done anything like that before. But that's part of growing up, I guess. Doing stupid shit. It was gonna be fun, doing something new and exciting, something "bad". I thought it was, at least.

It didn't work. We were caught and thrown out. Heh, guess that was just to be expected, though. So we just kinda mulled about the back streets trying to figure out what to do then. I... uh, guess I got caught up looking through one of the windows of one of the clubs, because before I knew what happened, I was alone. They ditched me! Can you believe that? I know it was probably an accident, but still. Now I was really freaked out. I stuck to the place under the streetlights, trying to keep my cool and pretend I wasn't some little girl way out of her league.

Then I noticed this guy, sitting in one of the alleyways curled into himself. He looked about my age, and.. well, he was really cute, was the first thing I picked up. Fluffy blonde hair, and really bright blue eyes. But what stuck out to me was that he didn't look, like, skeezy or nothing like a lot of the guys there did. He looked... nervous, twitchy with an almost dreamy look on his face. His clothes were scruffy, and on a closer look he probably hadn't bathed in a long time. Yeah, I know, even with all that I still shoulda ran, but I felt bad, I guess. He didn't belong here any more than I did. If anything, he looked homeless.

I went over to him, and for a second he looked like I was going to hit him. That just made me feel worse, so I asked him if he was lost. He said something I'd already guessed, that he'd run away from home and didn't really know what to do now, and that it was kind of amazing that anyone at all had said or done anything that wasn't chasing him off. It wasn't long before he was spilling his whole story to me, something about his mom going missing, an absent dad, he'd run away from his aunt's house because she was a bitch that hated him... Again, it was probably still a bad idea to stay, but the way he looked, the shaky way he talked... he wasn't lying. He even started crying at one point. What was I supposed to do? I hugged him. I told him if he wanted to, I could try getting him to a shelter or get some kind of help, but he kept telling me there was nothing anyone could do.

When I asked why, his attitude changed. His voice got this kind of weird, growly sound to it. He almost sounded like a hungry animal. He pushed his face to my neck and sniffing at it. This was getting too weird, and I tried to get away, but he was strong. Really strong. He held me to the wall, but the weird thing is he kept apologizing. He was still crying but he said he was just "so hungry." When he bit my neck it felt.... weird. Really good? But I didn't have time to think about it, because I blacked out.

I woke up in that alleyway with my friends trying to shake me back awake. They were freaking out, but I was fine. The kid was gone without a trace. I kept telling them that I was fine, and it was true; there wasn't a scratch on me. But there was a weird feeling in my stomach. Suddenly I was really hungry. And my friends looked really tasty. What the fuck? I didn't say or do anything. They walked me home, and everything was fine.

I fell asleep that night and didn't wake up until the sun was down. When I woke up the first thing I felt was nausea. Really bad, the worst I've ever felt. I rushed to the bathroom, and threw up. And kept throwing up. It went on for about fifteen minutes. There... there was a lot of blood that came up. But once it was over? I felt... fine. As if it'd never happened. The nausea was gone, and I didn't even feel, like, shaky or anything. I felt great.

So I kept quiet about it.

As I was heading back, I finally noticed that there was a burning pain on my arm. The skin there was red and blistered. Just like a sunburn. A sunburn? In the middle of winter when I hadn't left the house all day? What the fuck?
Mom and dad are asking if I'm feeling okay, because even in the summer I've never slept in this late. I still haven't told them about what just happened in the bathroom. I don't know if the kid gave me a disease or something, but this is really fucked up. I still feel really hungry, but the thought of eating, like, actual food is suddenly kind of gross. Blood. Blood sounds good, though. This is... this is seriously fucked up, and I'm freaking out... This is stupid.

Maybe I should ask online. Someone's gotta know what the hell is going on.