The next couple of days, I take all my medications diligently as prescribed by the healer. She is the hippie woman I saw earlier, who is very sweet and kind to me. I do everything she says, including drinking blood. Although I ask her multiple times whose blood it is, she refuses to answer me.
It shames me to accept the fact, that I really love drinking it everyday. In fact, in each meal I'm looking forward to it, because it's that good. Natural inhibition takes its effect only until it reaches my tongue, but once it touches my lips or tongue, oh my god, I swear it's heaven. The soft texture of it, traversing smoothly through my throat and reaching the apex of intestine. I've honestly never felt anything like it. It's extremely delicious and tasty that I'm not able to resist myself. I always want more. I crave more.
Well, I never expected to be enjoying it so much. But, anyone will be like me if they experience the same. At the same time, I'm unsure if this happens only with vampires.
And, another miracle is my body and it's healing powers. I'm able to walk, sit or stand comfortably without any parts of body aching like hell. That's a very good improvement considering it's only been few days since the attack. The healer said that my bones mended by themselves because apparently I have incredible healing capabilities as a vampire. That's really a good news, considering how much weak I was before. If I was somewhat near this strong, I'd have fought that wolf and torn him in half before he would've laid his hands on me. Maybe I'd have killed him too! Thinking about the bastard, brings that day's events before my eyes as fresh as it happened and my veins are flooded with anger. I want to find that fucker and bring back my parents, no matter what!
Ever since Margaret told that my parents could be alive, I can't stop thinking about them. They were the only family I had and they were in fact everything I ever want in life. I'm very sure that wolf has something to do with their situation. During my quarter life crisis, I saw them clearly. They were exhausted, sad and tired. They were tied so painfully and were about to give up on life. I won't let them. I wish I can communicate with them somehow and reassure them that I'm coming. Whatever is the cost, even if it's my life, I'll save them. I'll find and free them with all that I've got.
I fume in anger and with a new found confidence. But my thoughts stsrtle due to the loud thud at the door.
Just now the healer gave me all the medicines and left, so who might this be?
I announce, "Come in", but I'm already walking towards the door in angst.
The mean girl who came with Margaret that day, enters in banging the door shut behind her. The leather jacket thickly wraps around her slender frame and all the sachets in her trousers are overfilled with shiny weapons. This might be their uniform or some sort of armour because I remember Margaret wearing the same.
In addition to all the weapons strapped around, she additionally holds a Gothic leather belt in her hand. The belt has small metal thorns popping out of it. it looks like a torture device to me. Why is she having it now?
She has a sadistic look in her eyes targeted towards me and takes slow menacing steps towards me. She wraps and unwraps the belt in her hand and circles me like she's about to punish me.
I'm pretty sure she hates my guts but I swear, I've never met this woman before. Whatever her vengeance is towards me, today she has the determination to unleash it all. I can see that determination in her gaze.
With one look, anybody can understand that she's a trained killer. The way she's holding the thorny belt in her hand and the way she's carrying herself proves that.
My eyes follow her steps intently. I choose to stay dumb as this is a completely new environment for me.
What's happening? Where's Margaret? I still remember how this woman suddenly pushed Margaret that day while she was trying to explain me things.
My heartbeat raises in tandem with her steps, uncertain of what's about to come. She flexes the leather belt twice, and stand in front of me.
"Who….. sent…. you….. here?", she asks painfully slow, in the most threatening way possible.
"I…..I don't…..", I stammer in fear.
Before I can finish that sentence, she grabs both my hands and pulls me towards her. I stump into her legs and fall in her arms.
"This is your last chance, bloodsucker. Tell me the truth…Who sent you??" her nails dig into my hands painfully and I scream.
"Nobody..….", I wince and almost tear up, but she doesn't let me go. What is her deal? Who would send me here? I was saved by the Dean, right? What is she even asking me?
"Ahhh!", she digs deeper and it elicits another cry out of me.
"Seriously…I don't know anything… leave me alone", I try to release my hand out of her strong hold but fail miserably. The more and more I'm wriggling myself, the tighter her hold becomes and after a point I'm not able to take it. The pain reaches my head and I give up!
"Please … I don't know where they are…", I plead of exhaustion, directly looking into her eyes and stop moving altogether.
"Well, I did give you a chance, bloodsucker", she sneers with finality in her tone and wraps the leather thorny belt over my hands. As soon as she clutches the belt intact, the thorns pierce my skin and bite so painfully that I die a thousand deaths inside.
It gets tighter every time I move a muscle.
What the fuck is this? It's definitely a torture device!
My hands starts to bleed and tears cloud my vision.