Thirsty for him

We are still together in my room with him on top of me looking into each other’s eyes with his fangs out. I feel the smile emerge with my pointed teeth out. We both look like the monsters we are. Yes, we are monsters, we are more alike than we thought. When I look at his neck where his T-shirt has sagged a little, I see it. I see a sign just like I have with the two red rings in it and I know it is now or never.

“What didn’t you know?” I ask him, growling now with my pointed teeth out. He looks at me like he is in a trance that he needs to get out of. He puts his teeth back away and removes himself from me as he continues to sit in front of me on the wooden floor. That wooden floor that had a few spots where it had broken, “it was my father with my oldest brother, Hollister, who planned this. I did hear some things, but it was too late by then. He was angry, and Dad was abusing Hollister’s trust. All I heard that night was that Hollister was going to take Diana and hide her close to home.” That was indeed what they did, but then why did Hollister save her? Then why was he so angry with her that they killed our mother?

Was I supposed to stay mad at him if he couldn’t do anything about it? “My dad was looking for you, but they took Diana because she was home. Did you know she was marked too?” He asked me with his gaze fixed back on me. “Of course, I know we are all marked with the same half moons that made us these beasts,” I say with annoyance at him for daring to point this out to me. He slides closer to me again, and I have to restrain myself from biting into that juicy arm that almost touched me.

“I meant that Hollister is marked by her too.” What, was it him I heard in her room? Is that why their father is so angry with us? We did get two sons of him marked. No, this does not weaken us to them, is this what made him do this to us? He knew Diana wouldn’t eat Hollister, and now my mother is gone, and it’s just the three of us left.

“No, I didn’t know, but I have to tell my father about this. We are so much less, and you are so much more.” I want to push myself up as I want to get to Dad to tell him this, but Varnic grabs my arm and puts me back on the ground in just a single motion. Then he takes suddenly my head in between his hands.

He takes a loose lock of my hair and puts it behind my ear before he kisses me. At first, I thought about eating from him, but his kiss was so mesmerizing and healing as he filled me with water that I needed at that moment. It’s like I can feel the plasma running into his mouth because of that power pumping back into my body.

I kiss him back and grab him closer to me as I stroke his blond hair. Before I can do more, I hear footsteps in the hallway moving closer to my door and push him away. Which makes him run to the window, but before he leaves, he turns around one more time. “Avery, your family is closer than you think,” he says to me quietly before jumping from the third floor onto the muddy ground of our backyard, like it’s no effort at all. I watch him in afar run away at a high speed. Leaving the ground below my window still untouched, as if he hadn’t even been here.

Then I hear a knock on my door and open it before my father can enter. “When were you going to tell me that you were both marked by them,” he says, clearly angry as he spits out that last word with such hatred in his voice. “Father, I am still new to this. How can I possibly know that Diana is marked?” He looks at me and then at the window; “If he comes into your room again you have to notify me, okay,” he says now in a much kinder tone, though I don’t trust him.

I know we are at war, especially after what they did to our mother. Father left without another word and just got out of the room like we haven't had talked to each other. I took the book again off my nightstand and searched more about this marked bond. I know we are destined to eat the marked ones, but I want to know more, I need to know more. Then on page thirty, I see much more information. It’s a self-written page that came in later. Like most pages written later.

1500

If the curse was not already the worst thing that could happen to me. I had discovered that I loved a bound man. Me, lady Angelica was in love, with a bound one. Lorenzo was a beautiful man with like all Elys boys the gorgeous white hair as light as a swan’s feather. He was so powerful, and I was drowned in him from the start. Little did I know that by one kiss, our fate was sealed. Sealed once called this special bond we had. Perhaps, because this bond left a special mark on a bond. Did I know it was more than a mark? That mark I put on my sweet Lorenzo was like a death sentence.

Father could not ever find out, or he would kill instead of me. Father is one of the first to be cursed, as are my Aunt Lucy and my Uncle Andro. They are closer than ever, and we all live in that big house at the end of Horbar’s forest.

I put the book down, shocked. That’s this house. How can that be? Was he the only one to inherit this house, and where did the others go in our family? I take the book back and continue reading what happened to Angelica.

We live, with my whole family, and my two older brothers, Louis and Stan, both of whom had killed more than I ever could. I wasn’t made for this killing, which is why I hadn’t done anything to Lorenzo, but if they knew, would he still be alive? At night after a full moon, I didn’t know exactly what was happening, but we had a secret place at the end of the woods in our little town, where it was quiet so we could be together. It was just like something took over me.

No, I didn’t eat him, I did something much worse and that signed our death warrant. We had had sexual intercourse. I did what we should never have done. No one in my family dared to get closer to them, and I had made love to the enemy. He was only a cousin of the first, but it was still a crime to sleep with a bound man, no matter how far down the line they were. If you think this was bad enough, it gets worse. I got pregnant, which no one was supposed to know could even happen. And then my father found out.

I look shocked at the page where the beautiful writing becomes crooked, and it is as if she has been crying. Yet, I read the last sentence again; I got pregnant, which no one was supposed to know could even happen. Then my father found out.

Did she get pregnant? The other page said that no one survived the mark between the two. What else is there? But as I read on, I found out.

My father was filled with hatred, and my mother couldn’t control him when he took me the next day to the forest. To our secret place where Lorenzo and I met a few times, and then it happened. Father cut Lorenzo’s arm off, which made me scream not from pain but from hunger. Father had commanded Mom not to give me meat to make me so hungry that I had to bite Lorenzo to keep myself alive.

They hadn't even given me plasma, which we Nicroats live on. Yes, Mother did put it in everything, our food, our drink, and even my foundation. But when Father said I couldn’t have anything because I had been punished, I didn’t realize it until it was too late. I had killed my lover!

Breathing hard, I dropped the book. How could her death be so cruel? It’s not just the witch who is a sick spirit in our lives. However, this person who made his daughter eat her love is the sickest thing I have ever read. I wonder what happened to her and her child.

Did her father kill her? Did she have the baby? I can think no further when I hear Diana scream, which makes me shiver to the bone. I run downstairs. With the thought of what will happen next in this creepy fucking life of mine.