S.T.A

Chapter 2- part 3

The warm, red liquid fills my mouth, and I swallow. This seems to waken Hunter from his dream state, and he screams slightly. He lets go and moves out of my reach.

His hand flies to the wound in his neck and he looks at me with an almost astonished expression, but I manage to see the fear, even if it is only a small amount.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' I say, over and over again. Hunters face softens and understanding crosses his face. He nods. He reaches and rips his left sleeve off of his shirt. He takes the bit of cloth and he wipes his neck clean.

'You can't control the thirst?' He asks. I shake my head, feeling ashamed of myself. I look into my lap, and I imagine that I am back at the motel and that none of this has happened.

'It's okay, it takes time to control. You just need to let other people help,' He explains. I look up, and see that he has managed to clean his neck and that there is no more blood there, but the puncture marks are still there.

My eyes fill with tears, just like they always do when I've bitten someone. Hunter looks at me with sympathy. This fills me with anger. He doesn't know me, and I've just bitten him, he shouldn't feel sympathy for me.

'Don't look at me like that,' I say sharply, and I wipe the tears away. Hunter eyes widen with shock, and he doesn't seem to understand.

'Like what?' he asks, his voice full of confusion.

'The sympathy. I don't need it. You don't know me and you would never understand,' I reply. He still looks slightly confused but he nods, and changes his face expression.

I also notice how he moves back slightly, and I realise that my fangs have made another appearance. His actions confirm that he is afraid, and he doesn't truly want to be near me.

'Please, don't,' I whisper, suddenly feeling afraid of myself. Another flash of confusion crosses his face and he doesn't even have to ask before I answer his question.

'Please, don't be afraid of me. I didn't mean to bite you. The hunger is too strong,' I explain. Another look of sympathy crosses his face but he remembers how I reacted the first time and changes it.

'I'm not afraid of you, I'm more afraid of those fangs of yours,' he says, jokingly. This makes me laugh slightly. I feel a wave of shock because I haven't laughed since the incident with my family.

'But they are so tiny,' I reply and he nods his head to the side, as if he is agreeing to disagree. I realise now that I am just sitting here, and someone else is bound to find me, and I still don't trust this wolf. And I can tell that he knows this.

I slide backwards until I hit the wall, and then I get to my feet slowly. Hunter does the same, so he is ready to grab me again if he needs to.

'I need to leave now,' I say and I look down both sides of the hallway to make sure no-one else has joined us. When I see that no-one has I turned to the side that I was previously heading down. But Hunter moves with me.

'Why do you need to leave?' Hunter asks, and he sounded slightly sad. I look down and I look at my boots. I wonder if I should tell him everything, but I decide against it.

'Because I don't want to be here, and I don't trust other people,' I reply. He considers this for a bit but then he thinks of something.

'Then get to know us and see if you can trust us, you will never know if you don't try,' he says, and I can see his point, but the last person I trusted turned out to be a killer, and the things he killed was my kind.

'I can't, I have to go now,' I say. And to my surprise he nods and turns to the training room he was in before. But then he stops and turns to me.

'Just so you know, I won't be the only one to come and get you and others may be a bit more forceful,' he says, and then he runs the rest of the way to the training room.

I know, I think to myself, that's why I need to hide and get a plan and gather myself. I look back towards the cupboard but my throat and nose wants to lead me down another hallway and to another cupboard that is nearby.

I open the door, to see a couple bags of blood that is getting ready to be thrown away. It must have gone off, I think but that doesn't stop me closing the door, locking it and ripping open one of the bags and drinking it.

I suddenly realise how I am no longer making thinks float and that I have manage to get a grip on my magic. I do a small celebration for this and I drink more of the blood. However, this blood is disgusting because of how dead the cells are in it. I now realise why it was getting thrown away. The lack of good taste of blood makes my throat burn, as I tease it will this gone of blood.

I start to breathe quicker as my hunger gets stronger, urging me to go out and see if there is anyone around, but I manage to just sit there, and get even further panicked for what my mind is telling me to do.

Through my panic I try and figure out a plan, but I struggle through the cloud of hunger and the pain. My hands start to tingle and sharp pains shoot through the burns on them. I start to cry and I start to panic, as I am afraid of small spacing, and I thinking about how stupid I am to lock myself in a cupboard.

I sit down on the floor and I curl into a ball. I start to rock back and forth and I just cry. All on my own.