Creeping Psychosis

Delta is dealing with sickness. But it's not your normal day to day sickness...

Delta felt worse than she had in years. It didn't matter that she had always felt the sweet, sticky feeling of illness in her veins, nor what made her feel this way; all that mattered to her was that moment. That moment where all her, her family's, and her friend's dreads came to life. The moment were her brain froze and her fangs grew in.

      Their suspicions came to life on her impending illness because this was not your common cold or flu, this was the sort of sickness that brings power to your blood and messed with your thoughts. This, what Delta was battling with, was insanity.

      And with the sickness reaping her brain, Delta made a promise to herself. "I'll make the most of it."

Delta hadn't always been battling with her own brain. In fact, once she had been a sweet and naïve young girl. Pretending not to notice her mom's excessive crying, or the piles of women her brother, Daniel, brought home.

     It got harder and harder to be innocent. So hard to act like she didn't know a thing. So, so hard.

      But, alas, this was not what brought out her inner hell, as you may have suspected. It was many events too big to be a coincidence that brought out her demon.

"Would you like to come home with me, sir?" Delta asked, pulling up the hem of her dark dress for the man to see the stocking underneath.

     The man was shy and bashful but was quick to comply. He followed her like a lost puppy to her house, not even seeming to see that it was quite odd to go to her place instead of his own.

      Once they got to Delta's brick storied winter house--vacant for it was mid-summer, she kissed him up the stairs to her own childhood room. Once they got up to her room, she took out a kitchen knife to the poor, unsuspecting man.

The man was not dumb. 

"Wait, what is this? I've never done a single wrongdoing," the man lied in a begging state, with the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showing his white undershirt.

     In reply, Delta simply slashed his throat, silencing his screams. She let the ribbons run down, staining his white shirt and under, just watching the thick, dark red blood for a moment. 

      Then she started slurping up the sticky liquid, fangs unsheathed.

Author's Note

This is not finished, as you probably can tell, but I felt as if I needed to type it. I haven't really edited it yet and is still a rough draft, so sorry...

I'm not sure if this is good.

Reviews

[Alice Aries]

Very good, very poignant and very well written. I agree with wanting to read more! I am intrigued as to whether this supposed vampirism is symbolic or literal. You have achieved what many writers struggle to do; to absence yourself from your writing. By this I mean (and I apologise if you already know - this site is anonymous) you have written ABOUT your character, Delta; she is believable and seems to be well thought out, making this very easy reading. There is almost a sort of black comedy to this piece as well, which is again intriguing. Very good stuff!

[Mysticaleyeball0]

This is very, very interesting- in a good way. I look forward to reading more of it! Vampires are simply intriguing

[Dragon]

I love it! You should keep going! I want to read more!

[sweetred]

i like it i would really like to see how she became what she is now from that sweet young girl, why her mother cried and so on. please continue