Dying Hurts...

I thrash around uselessly attempting to break his hold. A red hot burning throb radiates from the spot on my neck his teeth are in. I can feel the blood pooling out as he greedily takes it in mouthfuls. He drops my head back to floor lifting his face to the ceiling in complete ecstasy. I may have even heard him moan.

"Mm what are you fat one? You taste magnificent" I barely hear him. Too busy focused on holding my neck to keep the rest of my blood in my body where it belongs. He begins to stroke his disgusting finger across my face again in wonderment.

"I will enjoy draining the life out of you fat one" he tells me while still stroking my face. His words penetrate something deep within me and I can feel it snap inside. I don't know if it's instinctive or just the fight reflex kicking in since flight isn't an option. However I don't ponder it too much longer. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction I yank his wrist mid stroke taking it into my mouth and with all my strength bite down on the spot I think his vein lies.

 My teeth roughly pierce his thick skin and warm blood flows into my mouth. He gapes at me. Truly shocked by my unexpected insane like actions. There is something else that shocks me and it's not the fact that I completely lost my mind and bit someone. No, it’s the taste of his blood. It's sweet and bitter at the same time like dark chocolate while also being smooth and thick like honey. I've tasted my own blood from the numerous times I bit the inside of my cheek from chewing too hard. The point being it always tasted metallic kind of like copper or iron; never sweet though.

Another strange phenomenon comes to me as I drink his blood; the feeling of strength. The wound on my neck can literally be felt closing and the burning cools to a dull ache.

He finally snaps out of his stupor and angrily snatches his wrist from my mouth. In that same second he backhands me across my face. My head whips forcibly to the side and the smack echoes around us. A little blood flies from my mouth from the split lip he just gave me.

"HOW DARE YOU TAKE BLOOD FROM ME!" he roared viscously. He jump off me with grace and swiftly landed a kick to my gut. I would have been impressed by his ballerina like movements if he wasn’t the current bane of my existence.

  I clenched over in pain grasping my stomach willing it to stop. Damn that hurt like hell. He continues to pace the room ignoring my cries. After a few minutes the pain decreases and I can almost breathe normally again. That was until the bastard came back kicked me again. Damn! It hurts more the second time. I guess Kim was wrong, fat doesn't offer extra protection. My breath comes out in wheezes as I fight the pain and tears once more.

He reaches down gripping me by the throat and holding me midair. Again I would be amazed by his strength if I wasn't choking to death.

"You stupid, stupid, girl" he says bringing my face closer to his. The anger in his black holes has me petrified.

"I would rip your head off right now! For what you have done! But I have a better idea. You see because I drank your blood and then you stole mine the change will begin at any moment" I claw at the hand still around my neck barely listening to him as I force myself to stay awake. It’s becoming harder with the darkness creeping around the edges of my vision.

"Prepare yourself fat one for this change will have you begging for death I long to give you" he finishes dropping me to the ground.

I greedily take huge mouth fulls of air into my dying lungs.

"Don’t worry fat child I'll be back to finish what I started" He stated with absolution. I lean up to look at him only he's gone: vanished without a sound.

Once I catch my breath I check the wound on my neck and feel the punctures already closed. Impossible! How in the world did that happen? An image flashes back to me biting that man and drinking his blood like a lunatic, but I shake it off as desperation to live.

Slowly I stand carefully keeping most of my weight off my ankle. It’s time to get out of here before he makes on his promise.

Once on my feet I feel it. My heart thumps hard against my chest. I clutch it in an attempt to calm it when it happens again. This time I actually feel my heart against the palm of my hand. The pain is unnatural; almost otherworldly bringing me to my knees. What's happening to me? I squeeze my eyes shut fighting it off. In seconds it stops and I let out a sigh of relief.

Gathering courage I stand once more but my heart isn't having that. A mean angry thud rocks my whole body hard causing me to collapse on the ground without a chance to stop myself. An unfamiliar heat begins to course through me. Sweat beads every inch of my skin as if a fire is inside working its way out.

I rip my shirt off and wiggle out of my pants to cool down only it doesn't help. My heart pounds again this time, if possible, even harder than the last. I can see the outline of it against my chest. My eyes widened in awe at the unexplainable occurrence happening.

The burning rises to an unbearable level as I scream and wither on the ground. My veins feel like molten lava is pooling within them instead of blood. They pulse so hard the blue veins are pressed under my skin as if trying to escape me.

I scream in pure agony seeing the blue veins covering my body burning me from the inside out. It hurts so bad I start to pray for it to just all stop.

But it doesn't.

 For hours I lay there crying, screaming and worst of all burning.

The morning sun peaks in the small window adding light to my hell.

All night I have been here and no one has heard my cries of help. A sense of hopelessness washed over me at that moment. I'm going to die here this I know now. Every minute my heart beats slower and every second I realize my slow death is near. The burning hasn’t stopped but after being in pain for hours upon hours my mind finally checked out.

The worst part is the pain takes me to the edge of unconsciousness but never lets me fall over.  I can still feel my body however I can't move it. So here I lay staring longingly at the window awaiting death…

Just when I began to think the burning was the worst of it new pang strikes. A sharp bolt shoots from my head and expands my entire body causing me to arch from the ground. My tired voice finds itself and screams leave me in great force. My hands instinctively grasp my head when it begins to pound. Fresh tears spring from my eyes when my scalp starts burning. I pull my hands away and shout in horror at the sight of my hair in them.

All my hair is falling out!

No please this can't be happening!

When I touch my head again the bald spots beneath my fingertips give me the answer I don't want.

Why the hell did I bite him! I'm so stupid! The pain I'm in has to be a side effect of drinking foreign blood. My inner thoughts seize when my skin starts to rip and stretch. I look down at my skin expecting to see it ripped opened and blood everywhere, but it’s still just covered in sickly veins.  My burning insides twist and knot literally giving me the image of them being reshaped and pulled apart.

The pain became horrific and unbearable. My body reacted by lashing out and convulsing wildly. Even if I tried I would be helpless to stop the tremors. My voice was screaming so loudly I barely recognized but when I did I realized I was begging for death.

 He was right.

This is the worst experience of my life and I can no longer bare it. With a thrashing body I curse the heavens begging death to end my suffering. My pleas must fall on death ears

My eyes blur losing sight when thick heavy tears escape them. Thick tears?

My body slows its thrashing long enough for me to acknowledge the burning in my eyes. I blink rapidly to clear them but it doesn’t work. Instead I use shaky hands to wipe them clean. The substance leaking is thick and sticky. I blink harder forcing myself to see anything and slowly I see the outline of my hand...

then fingers...

...and finally the black tar like substance coating them.

I open my mouth to shriek but all of a sudden my throat closes up. My hands instinctively fly to my neck clutching it. My windpipe crushes beneath them; blood spluttering from my mouth. My body thrashes against the floor with the increasing agony.

This is the final stage. I can feel it near now.

Death…That cold heartless b*tch

The cool stillness of the room does little to ease my scorching flesh.

 My body goes completely still; I lay paralyzed taking short erratic breathes. 

My head lolls to the side. Blood and teeth drip out from my open lips.

I can't cry... my blind eyes leak tar.

I can't scream... my pipes are crushed.

My hair and teeth have fallen out.

My body is burning alive from the inside.

Damn dying hurts

This feeling is worse than any death. I always imagine death to be quick and easy. Of course the fat ugly loser that I am couldn't even get that right. So here I lay alone, cold but burning patiently waiting for death to make his arrival. I wonder if death is a man or woman; a bitch or a bastard? Maybe it’s neither. Hell it could just be an entity that just get kicks out watching lives end. And what a horrible end I met.

My heart bangs one last rib splitting time sending a lightning bolt of pain through my body effectively ending my tortured life.

Last thought….................................

..........................................................Goodbye Jace….................