George Vampire Harrison

Chapter 8

I walk with John outside around, we're alone, and I explain this whole situation to him. Ofcourse I wear sunglasses.

"So.. because you saved a girl, you got a vampire?" John says. His hands holding in his pocket.

"I think so. It could be I already was, but it never got activated..."I say. Then I sigh and look at him. "I'm terrified John, I don't want to hurt anyone, what if I can't control this anymore? It's getting worse everytime...." I say sadly and depressed.

"You already bit Ringo..." John says.

I hate it he remembers me to that. "I couldn't handle this.." I reply to stop the blaming.

"I think we should find a way so you can't hurt anyone when you're in a mood for it." John says.

"I don't know when it starts. It's just when I smell blood, when I'm hungry, I will need to take something. I've stopped myself serveral times.." I say. I look to the inside of one of my hands and see them going old. "I need soon blood." I say as I looked at my hand getting old.

"Isn't there a save way to donate you blood?" John asks.

"I don't know." I reply quietly.

"I can take a needle and put some blood away from myself. give it to you.. so you can drink it.. This can give us more time." John says.

"More time?" I asks.

"To save you. Because your skin goes old when you don't drink enough." John says as he looks at my hand.

I sigh sadly and nod. "Ringo is reading a book you know.. Dracula.." I say a bit laughing. "I'm not like Dracula at all." I continued.

"Maybe today not. But who knows tomorrow." John says not laughing. I stop laughing and swallow scared.

I get a feel. "John.. Run." I say. He looks confused at me. "RUN!" I say nearly shouting.

"Why..." John asks confused.

"Because I need blood. SAVE YOUR-FUCKING-SELF." I shout out. Falling on my knees trying to control all I can.

"I can't." John says.

"JOHN! MEAN IT! GO!" I shout. My hands are shaking. I hear John's running footsteps going away. I keep as long as possible on the ground so I can't attack anyone. Then I can't hold it anymore. And I sprint to him on lightspeed.

Before I know it I bite John's neck. I hear him screaming, screaming from pain and frighting. But I can't let go. I need him. I need his blood! I can feel him going weaker and slipping down on the ground. Then someone pulls on me which I barely feel.

"GEORGE! STOP!" Ringo shouts in my ear but it sounds far away.