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toward him, I softly kiss him on his cheek.
Frowning he looks up at me, so I explain, “I
have to go, before Amanda phones me again.”
“ Will I come visit me again?”
I feel my heart trip over itself. Heart? It
is a weird indescribable feeling and I know love does not make
hearts speed up and palpitate. I do not even have a beating heart,
yet, in my chest, I feel the oddest sensation.
I smile down at him and I feel as if I
could fall into the bottomless depths of his dark, brown eyes.
“I’ll come again tonight.”
The Van Heerdens come walking into the room,
and like a mother hen, Mrs. Van Heerden waddles toward his bed. I
move aside away from Andrew, letting my fingers slide out of his
and he follows me with his eyes.
Carmine rushes toward me. “Oh, Susie.” She
starts crying, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She slumps
against me and her arms come up around my shoulders. The small
wound is close to my cheek and although there is no more blood, the
smell lingered on her skin.
Suddenly I can feel her pulse rush through
her body. I can feel her heart hammering against me and I fight the
feeling of tunnel vision.
Just one small bite the monster tells me.
Just a lick, a tiny, weenie suckle.
I push away from Carmine abruptly.
Apologetically I say, “I am sorry Carmine but I have to go. I am in
a hurry. I will phone you later. I promise.”
I walk out of the hospital hurriedly, almost
running. When I am out of the hospital, I start to walk faster and
if there were someone looking at me directly they would have
thought they had seen a magic trick or a miracle, because I move
away from the hospital too fast for any human eye to observe.
I slam the front door closed behind me
moments later when I walk through it and I walk straight toward the
kitchen and then the freezer. I pull the popsicle from its plastic
wrapping irritated. I do not know why they have to be wrapped
individually. I want to snap at Amanda when she walks into the
room.
The look of worry on her face stops me
though, and I pop the icy meat stick into my mouth. I take a few,
because only one will not do for the moment.
My body is going to cramp and spasm from now
until when we go out to hunt. The only, only thing I would be able
to think about is blood.
*
I wait impatiently for Ethan. Shayne
insists we wait for him and I am starting to feel extra-ordinarily
agitated. By the time the doorbell rings and I open the door, I growl at
him.
He greets me, smiling amused, “Good Evening,
sweet Susanna.”
I push past him and out the door, with
annoyance I call, “Can we just go now.”
Angrily I growl again and walk in circles.
The need and want in me is so great, it burns like peat in the pit
of my stomach. The pain is enormous. Never before have I had to
wait to hunt. I long for the days when you could run into rural
Europe and have your pick of clean, fresh blood. All I can think
about is blood, blood, blood.
Ethan comes toward me and takes me gently by
the elbow. “Come with me. We will leave in my car. We do not always
have to hunt in a pack, do we?”
I nod my head, yes, eagerly. I cannot
remember a single time that I have gone without Amanda or Shayne.
Although I am over two hundred years old, they still treat me like
a child they need to protect. Shayne is waiting for midnight,
because he is a stickler for ritual. After spending the last few
days surrounded by the smell of blood, I need to go –
desperately.
Ethan leads me toward his car and he opens
the passenger door for me. I get into the car and settle into the
plush seats. Irritated I watch him walk around the car. Amanda is
standing by the front door and she is frowning worriedly. Lifting
my hand and waving, I manage to smile reassuringly.
Ethan starts his car and backs out of the
driveway. We drive out of the security estate and then he turns
south. I watch the houses and trees flash by and the night is black
and dark without a moon. Everything looks ghost-like. We
Frowning he looks up at me, so I explain, “I
have to go, before Amanda phones me again.”
“ Will I come visit me again?”
I feel my heart trip over itself. Heart? It
is a weird indescribable feeling and I know love does not make
hearts speed up and palpitate. I do not even have a beating heart,
yet, in my chest, I feel the oddest sensation.
I smile down at him and I feel as if I
could fall into the bottomless depths of his dark, brown eyes.
“I’ll come again tonight.”
The Van Heerdens come walking into the room,
and like a mother hen, Mrs. Van Heerden waddles toward his bed. I
move aside away from Andrew, letting my fingers slide out of his
and he follows me with his eyes.
Carmine rushes toward me. “Oh, Susie.” She
starts crying, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She slumps
against me and her arms come up around my shoulders. The small
wound is close to my cheek and although there is no more blood, the
smell lingered on her skin.
Suddenly I can feel her pulse rush through
her body. I can feel her heart hammering against me and I fight the
feeling of tunnel vision.
Just one small bite the monster tells me.
Just a lick, a tiny, weenie suckle.
I push away from Carmine abruptly.
Apologetically I say, “I am sorry Carmine but I have to go. I am in
a hurry. I will phone you later. I promise.”
I walk out of the hospital hurriedly, almost
running. When I am out of the hospital, I start to walk faster and
if there were someone looking at me directly they would have
thought they had seen a magic trick or a miracle, because I move
away from the hospital too fast for any human eye to observe.
I slam the front door closed behind me
moments later when I walk through it and I walk straight toward the
kitchen and then the freezer. I pull the popsicle from its plastic
wrapping irritated. I do not know why they have to be wrapped
individually. I want to snap at Amanda when she walks into the
room.
The look of worry on her face stops me
though, and I pop the icy meat stick into my mouth. I take a few,
because only one will not do for the moment.
My body is going to cramp and spasm from now
until when we go out to hunt. The only, only thing I would be able
to think about is blood.
*
I wait impatiently for Ethan. Shayne
insists we wait for him and I am starting to feel extra-ordinarily
agitated. By the time the doorbell rings and I open the door, I growl at
him.
He greets me, smiling amused, “Good Evening,
sweet Susanna.”
I push past him and out the door, with
annoyance I call, “Can we just go now.”
Angrily I growl again and walk in circles.
The need and want in me is so great, it burns like peat in the pit
of my stomach. The pain is enormous. Never before have I had to
wait to hunt. I long for the days when you could run into rural
Europe and have your pick of clean, fresh blood. All I can think
about is blood, blood, blood.
Ethan comes toward me and takes me gently by
the elbow. “Come with me. We will leave in my car. We do not always
have to hunt in a pack, do we?”
I nod my head, yes, eagerly. I cannot
remember a single time that I have gone without Amanda or Shayne.
Although I am over two hundred years old, they still treat me like
a child they need to protect. Shayne is waiting for midnight,
because he is a stickler for ritual. After spending the last few
days surrounded by the smell of blood, I need to go –
desperately.
Ethan leads me toward his car and he opens
the passenger door for me. I get into the car and settle into the
plush seats. Irritated I watch him walk around the car. Amanda is
standing by the front door and she is frowning worriedly. Lifting
my hand and waving, I manage to smile reassuringly.
Ethan starts his car and backs out of the
driveway. We drive out of the security estate and then he turns
south. I watch the houses and trees flash by and the night is black
and dark without a moon. Everything looks ghost-like. We
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