The look he gave me caused me to wonder if I had said my thoughts out loud.
"I am not crazy, you know," he sneered at me as he set up an empty bag on the IV pole and positioned it beside my head. "I understand how it sounds to say that I have spoken to angels. But I know what he was; I touched him. He was real."
"Oh, I completely believe you that angels exist," I answered, nodding my head. After all, I got to see a whole legion of them and was even hosting one at my house. "I was just wondering what he said to you."
As far as I knew, angels didn't really bother to speak to humans. So why would one come to this human?
"He told me that the end of the world was coming. That God wasn't happy with how he saw us behaving. But not everyone was going to die. Like Noah and his arc, God would let his special people know what they can do to survive the coming tide," said the man, his eyes becoming brighter with every word that he spoke.
That was the problem with religious fanatics… well, fanatics of every kind. They always truly believed in what they were saying, and anything contrary to that belief was meant with brutal force.
"But you are killing people," I interjected, cringing at the same time for not being able to keep my mouth shut.
"Ah, but in order to make heaven on earth, the sinners must die. I am actually proving that you can be worth more than just your death. That while you helped to destroy the world, you can also help it too."
The phlebotomist gave me a look of disgust as he added a second bag to the IV pole. "I know that I am a sinner," he said, rolling his eyes. "The angel is trying to help me make up for it. I used to kill people just for the sake of killing them. Now I have a reason, a purpose, one that I know that God put me on this earth to do."
He took two relatively large-sized needles and plunged them into my neck, side by side. Then, he pulled up on the plunger before hooking the needles up on a line to the two bags.
I guess that answered why it looked like a vampire had taken the blood.
But this was almost too intentional….
"Am I going to know the name of my killer?" I asked as the blood started to drain out of me. I could feel Calypso, my string, trying to come out of my hair to patch up the holes in my neck, but I knew it would be useless.
Until I managed to remove the needles, Callie wasn't going to be able to fix anything.
"Phil," grunted the man as he double checked the lines. It was an eerie feeling watching my blood being slowly drained from my body. At least I knew that even if every last drop was gone… I still couldn't die.
"Phil," I repeated slowly. "Good name for a phlebotomist… and a vampire. Vampire Phil."
"Maybe I am taking your blood a bit too fast. You are delusional," grunted the man, turning a nob on the line so that my blood filled the bags more slowly.
"I'm delusional?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. This human said that an angel asked him to go around killing people in the name of God. I was pretty sure who the delusional one was.
"Vampires aren't real, nor are werewolves or any of that made-up, horror story shit that they show all over the place. That is just Satan trying to steer people away from the true path. The path of God."
Wait… if he didn't believe in vampires, why was he framing them like this?
And what the fuck?!?!!?
I was about to have a 'come to Jesus moment' with this man. And I wouldn't do it in the same way that the angel did.
"So, you believe in angels?" I said, no longer in as good of a mood as I was when I woke up strapped to this cold metal table. I could get over being naked in front of a complete stranger; after all, he was going to die very soon. But there were some things that I would not accept.
Being told that my entire existence was nothing more than a horror story on Satan's part was high up on that list.
"Of course," he sneered like I was slow. "I am a man of science, but even I believe what is right in front of my face. And I could touch him."
He was weirdly hung up on touching the angel… "Wait… did he touch you in an inappropriate way? Because eternal being or not, that is not acceptable. If you want to go file charges, I can hold your hand the whole way."
"What?!? No! Where does your mind go, you sick freak? I placed my hand on his arm, and he did the same to me. There was no inappropriate touching. God! No wonder you were selected to die. Such a pervert."
Right, because I was the one sick in the head.
"Okay, sorry," I said, metaphorically stepping back. "I was just worried about you. And how did you pick me?"
"You refused to donate your blood to save others. What were you expecting?" asked Phil, confused. "You are also not an organ donor."
"And because I didn't volunteer for this, you decided to take it by force?" I replied. I knew that everyone killed for a different reason, but even this seemed like a bit much to wrap my head around.
"Yes. This is what the angel told me to do, right down to the caliber of needles and the amount that I should use," agreed the man.
The poor idiot didn't understand that he was just being used as a pawn. But in what, I had no clue.
"Enough talk. While your blood is draining, I need to get onto the important parts," murmured Phil as he picked up a scalpel and held it over my chest. "First will be the heart. That has to be in the best condition possible. But don't worry. I have already found a buyer for it. Unique blood type and all."