Kapitel 2: Blood, Blood, Who has the Blood?
Figuring Blondy would have an easier time explaining what is going on without a small pillar of rock in his chest, I roll him on his back and grab the tip. Ripping it out, I failed to realize it was bigger on the bottom, and now he has a slightly larger than fist-sized hole just below his heart.
Oops.
I watch as a gush of blood flows from the wound. Squatting down I stared at the ragged hole. Past the bright sanguine liquid, I seem to have broken a couple of his ribs, and his spine appears to be missing a chunk or two. The strange thing is that his heart is still beating, but in slow motion. I watched as one section contracted, then released, then another followed. Then a pause. Then it repeated.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Pause.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Pause.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Pause.
A much better sound than endless dripping. I'm fairly sure that has permanently scarred me.
Anyway, as I watched, his innards started to move. The missing chunks from the spine slowly grew back, but instead of pale yellowed white of bone, it was dark red.
Actually, looking around, it seemed the nearby blood was being drawn into the wound to replace the missing parts. As I looked back, the spine was whole and the right colour too.
Weird.
A light groan drew my attention away from the fascinating hole in Blondy's chest.
"Sanguis, that fucking hurts," Blondy moaned.
"It is a rather nice hole. I'm just impressed it's closing up," I glanced down at the wound, it's rate of healing increasing rapidly.
"As it missed my heart, of course it'll close up. Well that, and the rock was taken out. I guess I have you to thank for that," He put one hand over his face, then pushed himself up with the other.
"Yup."
"Well, thank you. Makes me feel almost bad about this next bit, but I still need to live. So... Sorry," He moved surprisingly fast for someone with a freshly healed chest wound, grabbing me by the throat and arm, pinning my legs down with one of his. He seemed to be a little taller than me, and if he was cleaned up, would probably be rather attractive to most women. Not my type though. I don't think men are in general, to be honest. This is not the time though.
As he tilted my head to the side he wrinkled his nose, "Why do you smell of stale blood? Fuck it. I need to feed."
He then proceeded to BITE my FUCKING NECK and take a deep drink. Half way through, he froze. For a full 5 seconds. I was too pissed off to do anything. Not scared, just pissed, which surprised me a bit. He withdrew his teeth from my neck and looked at me with a mix of shock, shame, and mild fear.
"You're a vampire, too?" he asked shakely, still pinning me down.
I stared at him dead in the eye, not fully registering what he said, over my pure unadulterated rage. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed him by his hair, yanking his head to the side and back I exposed his throat. I stared at it, watching his pulse beat there for a few seconds.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Then I stretched my face forward and sank my teeth, fangs I realized, right into that pulsing artery. I took three long deep pulls from it before biting his throat and windpipe as hard as I could, crushing it. "That's for biting me. Asshole" I then flung him back at the stalagmite.
He slowly got up on his knees, seeming to focus on healing his throat.
"For the record, I don't seem to have any memories. I woke up about a couple of hours ago in a rather large puddle of blood hearing this vile dripping sound. As it was driving me insane, I decided to end it's existence. However, it was your blood dripping on the ground making the sound and you were still alive, so I broke the stalagmite instead. Guess I should have killed you."
"Who's... sire..." He wheezed, not seeming able to talk yet.
"Huh? The fuck are you wheezing about over there?"
"Who. Is." He took a breath between each word, "Your. Sire?"
"I'm pretty sure I just told you; I have no idea. I woke up in a puddle of YOUR blood though, so would that be you?"
"... Shit..." His throat was mostly healed now, "That shouldn't have turned you, but if it did, you're something else. Regardless, we need to get out of here. We need fresh blood to function mentally, and we can't feed on each other."
"Why not? You tasted good enough to me."
That gave him pause. He looked at me, "You were able to keep that down?"
"Yeah. Blood is blood right?"
"No, vampire blood is corrupted, that's why we need fresh blood to survive. Still, regardless of whether you eat me or not, getting out should be a higher priority, yes?"
"Fine, but you're still an asshole."
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