53 Chapter 53 : Thirst

My rooms a mess, I know. I made it that way.

I'm...thirsty.

But nothing I drink is satisfying this hungry thirst.

And for some strange reason, The color red and the smell of raw of meat is just worsening this thirst.

I'm not a vampire.

I'm...half-demon? Whatever, I can't remember what the giant said anyways.

"So, so, sooo thirsty!" I yell, throwing empty bottles onto the floor. Glass went flying, and I cut my finger.

Why is this...beautiful crimson color so appetizing?

I'm thirsty.

So thirsty.

But how do I quench this unspeakable thirst of mine?

"Benedictis!"

"You called?" My stalker appeared like a discreet butler and entered the room silently.

Goddess damned stalker.

"I'm thirsty," I rushed and grabbed him by his throat, my eyes flashing gold.

"...I don't see how I can help you, Antonio."

"NO, you don't get it! I'm...I'm... THIRSTY!" I practically screeched.

"Again, I don't really know how to help...oh." He replied, but I wasn't listening.

I couldn't look away from his throat, from the vein that was suddenly pulsing, and appetizing, and glowing like chicken in a KFC commercial. "I...I don't know what to do, Ben." I cried, gripping his shirt so tight that my nails ripped through the fabric.

"Okay...Okay.." Benedictis breathed and drew me into his arms, and closer to that tantalizing and disgustingly appealing neck of his.

"Benedictis...I can't..I'm not a vampire!"

"I know that Tony, but your body...has requirements. It needs things...minerals...things that my blood can provide. I'm pretty sure that your family had you on some sort of synthesizer but I don't know what type and where in the infinite corridor it could be, so we need to uh...Handle your urges. Otherwise, you'll go insane, Antonio." He said.

I gulped nervously.

I was so, so thirsty, but could I do something so inhumane? something so foreign and animalistic? I don't want to bite him. I don't want to drink his blood. Goddess damned genes. Stupid blood inheritance.

"Do I...Is this really the only way?" I asked him.

"For now, yes. I don't know how long you can last seeing as you've gone a long time without, and again, we don't have an alternative."

God, I swear I'm hallucinating right now.

Otherwise, a man's neck wouldn't look this good.

I gulped again, this time swallowing my saliva, because I drool now, and, driven by insane instincts that I didn't question at that moment, bit his neck and moaned at the liquid entering my mouth.

This is it! Finally!

It was strange, and copper tasting, but also like this warm heaven. Like when your sick and your close family member makes you soup. It might not taste good, or be cooked well, but it's the thought and effort that counts. Especially if it's made from scratch...Sheri made chicken soup from scratch...

It was amazing, like the sun.

I finally felt full.

Benedictis scowled but gently cradled my head, making sure I get the best position to take his life force and plasma.

How I know that's what I'm doing or what Plasma is? No idea.

Once I have my fill, I emerge from his neck, breathing heavy and with a face blazing due to the tense silence. Unbeknownst to me, I had...transformed.

My eyes were glowing, and my teeth were razor-sharp and apparently very appealing to Benedictis because he...kissed me. He surprised me with a sharp and quick press to my lips, before he slowly deepened the kiss, sucking and biting at my lips.

It was the most intense kiss I had had in all my nearing fifteen years of life.

It was amazing.

The kiss slowly got more and more intense, both of us getting caught up in it, the taste of saliva and dirty copper assaulting my senses along with his tongue.

It was teeth, tongue, and blood. We clashed for dominance before he won, domineering over me and claiming my mouth as his own. Like a volcano in the rain, Benedictis started out flaming and all-encompassing, before stopping (so I could catch my breath) and continuing where he left off with deep and slow kisses before slipping his tongue into my mouth and...ravishing me.

As I am a human that needs to breathe, he eventually stopped, his eyes glowing red.

And at that moment he seemed dangerous. Like he could devour me whole and no one would be none the wiser. At that moment, he was a warrior, a king. A god.

And then he said the most confusing word in a borderline insane, possessive tone.

"...Mate," Benedictis growled.

...This stalker is crazy.