The MonsterA Chapter by Mariah McintyreNow in this chapter, Kaitlin is forced to face the monsters she is truely up against. But ARE they monsters?I had fallen asleep easily, being so weak from the last day, trying to escape only to be captured again. My wrist dangled from the handcuff, red and puffy from the loss of circulation. Ethan shook me awake. The room was cold and dark now. Ethans face covered in shadows he looked as he did the night before when I first laid eyes on him. The mysterious scars across his cheek begging to tell of their purpose. "Kaitlin, were going now." He uncuffed the bed and led me outside to where David stood waiting, impatience tapping the cement. Still exhausted and waking up, I couldn't think clearly enough to fight back, so I let Ethan drag me along by the cuff like a pound puppy to the uthanization room. "Hey!" David busted out suddenly flipping around to glare at me with his tortured eyes. "Don't even think about running again!" As he spoke, the other cuff snaped shut on Ethan's own wrist. "What the heck David!" "You found her, you keep her." Ethan let out a grunt continuing to pull me along down the road. No cars passed us, not even and stars showed above. The only light was from the full moon, and even that seemed dull in such a tired state I was in. It wasn't until Ethan mentioned it that I also realized how hungry I was. I was starving! My stomache was so empty it did not even growl, it simply folded in on itself and shrivled up like a dried up sponge... "She can eat when we do." Was all David said, as vague and boring as always. It took over two hours to walk back to the city, and all the while there was nothing but silence between us. Even the streets seemed quieter than usual, maybe I was slowly going deaf. We were back in a park now, just like I was only a night ago. Only it was a smaller park, and a larger tree that they dragged me up to hide. I lie dead against the trunk my hand extended towards my captor swelling and purple. He stared at me now, worried. David had left saying he'd return after a bite to eat. All emotions have left me now. I'm just empty. Empty of food, empty of feeling, empty of tears and energy. My life is over. I don't know how to react anymore. But twenty minute left in that tree with Ethan, something brings me back. He's shaking. He's pale and sweating, like all of a sudden he's become deadly ill and is about to die himself. "Are you alright?" I ask finally, unable to look at a human looking like that. He struggles to reply, "Yes, I'm fine." He winces and takes in a deep breathe, "David just needs to hurry up so I can eat." I nodd confused. "Why do we have to wait here? Why don't we just go get something to eat?" I say this in hopes that we can get into public where someone will help me. "Can't...it doesn't work that way." I sigh, but can't take my eyes off him struggling with himself. "and why not?" I ask... "It just doesn't." He says getting upset. "Tell me why." I say stubbornly. "Because I'm thirsty." He replies louder now. "What?" I stare at him, his body out of control, like he's not even human anymore. "I'm a vampire Kaitlin!" When he says this, his green eyes glare at me brighter than any I've ever seen. Suddenly, my emotion has returned. I'm afraid. " I can't leave because I have to go drink blood from someone." He closes his eyes again and holds himself back, "And it's been awhile... so I'm really hungry, and David is taking too long." "What happens if he doesn't come back." He keeps his eyes closed and replys. "I'll die." My muscles tense up and I can't think straight yet. "Well, atleast then someone else doesn't have to die. You murderer." I scoff. "I am not a murderer." He spits, "Vampires don't kill the people they feed from." "Yeah whatever. Just because your not a vampire doesn't mean your not a murderer." His lips part as a sudden spasm of pain runs through him, making his spine arch back like he's about to rip his rib cage open. In that second though, I see them. I see two long canine teeth peeking through. Fangs. "If I were a murderer, you would be dead by now." I considered this. It makes sense. He is going through so much right now I don't want to sit here and watch him. He says he has never killed anyone... but he also says he's a vampire... and he has fangs... what in the world is going on? "So if you drink someones blood, they don't die or get turned into a vampire?" I ask softening my tone. "No, they are fine." As the time passes, he gets worse and worse... and I can't tell how much longer he can go on like this. "Why don't you drink from me then?" I ask reluctantly. His eyes shoot open again, staring at me, the light of the moon through the leaves reftecing off them like his own ray of sunshine in the night. "Really?" He says astonished. "Well, David might be pissed at me if you died, so yeah. If you promise, for real this time, that you won't kill me." His shaking has gone down and it makes me wonder if he was faking it. He doesn't promise. Only stares into my eyes in a way I know that he is. And not only that, he's thanking me. I lift my swollen wrist up and hold it out to him, still not looking away. His hands, still vibrating, lightly grasp my hand and brings it slowly to his lips. He kisses the inner side like its a sweet gift and then closing his eyes again his teeth sink into my skin. I gasp and clutch the tree with my other hand trying not to yell out in pain. I can feel to warm liquad flowing out of my wrist now, the dark fluid dripping down his cheeks, over the two scars and off his chin to the ground below. After only a moment, he has become more rough and the blood begins to leave me faster, hand growing cold and loosing feeling along with the rest of my arm. I'm becoming weaker and weaker until I finally speak out and say, "You promised." He hears me and stops, but does not pull away. I feel his tongue lick the wound, before he lifts his head and wipes his face. "I'm sorry." © 2009 Mariah McintyreAuthor's Note
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Added on June 18, 2009 Last Updated on August 5, 2009 AuthorMariah Mcintyresan diego, CAAboutI started writing here at the age of 16 and now years later, at 26, I'm back to rediscover my creative outlet. Thanks for reading and rating :) more..Writing
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