My Immortal by Anastasia Dangerfield

kills the hunger pains and the cramps.
    However, I worry about what that guy said to
me when he left. It's been running through my mind since he said
it.
    I won't bite you.
    I huff. Could you please stay out of my
mind unless I'm talking to you?
    I can't help it. I just hear everything you
think.
    Well I don't hear anything you think, it's
always just what you say to me.
    That's because I'm not thinking about
anything.
    His stomach growls. He grunts.
    "Cramps?" I ask.
    "Oh no, I need more drugs…"
    "No you don't. What you need is blood."
    "You've seen what happens when I try to drink
blood. I can't handle that again."
    "You can keep my blood down. You need to
drink mine."
    He pauses for a second. "I don't think I
could keep yours down either, Alexia. All these things they've done
to me have really screwed me up. My body is…messed up. Bad."
    You're just scared.
    Touché.
    You've never drained me before when you were
out of your mind with blood lust. You won't do it now. I trust
you.
    I don't even trust myself. Alexia, they gave
you a drug that makes your blood irresistible to me. It smells
heavenly. They plan on me drinking your blood, alright. They hope I
will be able to keep it down too but they don't plan on me stopping
either.
    What do you mean?
    I mean that they aren't taking any chances.
They think this is their one shot and if I can keep blood down they
want me to get as much as I can…
    Like…all…of it?
    Yeah, every single drop. They gave me the
drugs so that my body will be free of withdrawals and spasms. If my
stomach were to spasm or cramp after I feed because of my drug
withdrawals, I could vomit my meal again. And this time something
tells me that they really don't want that to happen.
     
    Things have gotten a lot worse. Shadow's got
the shakes now. He says normally they would have come back with a
blood slave by now.
    He's worried since they haven't come.
    I think he is way worse off than he lets on.
He realizes how bad off he really is. I think he actually sees the
possibility that he may die from starvation or withdrawals
alone.
    I also think my happy drugs have worn off.
Shadow said that it made my blood smell ten times more potent and
that he just didn't want to mention it. Luckily though, it's not
affecting him, or me, anymore.
    I am pacing back and forth, wracking my
brain. I have tried everything to get him to feed! I have tried
talking sense into the boy; I have tried bargaining with him, I
have even got on my knees and begged him to drink my blood. Just a
few sips!
    He is so stubborn!
    I'm not stubborn…just on this one thing. I'm
looking out for you.
    Stop eaves dropping on my mental
conversations!
    … Geez.
    I continue pacing.
    His cramps happen about every minute or two
now and it's getting harder for me to watch. I'd rather be the one
suffering.
    No, trust me, you wouldn't.
    When you suffer, I suffer, Shadow. Even when
you are being a big, fat jerk, it hurts me to see you this way.
    He doesn't reply now because he's curled into
himself shaking and moaning just trying to get through the cramp.
His stomach rumbles loudly. It's just crazy to know he has no food
whatsoever in there.
    "Your stomach is probably eating itself! You
need to do something!" I yell.
    His skin is clammy and the beads of cold
sweat are back on his skin. I sit back down.
    I wish he would let me touch him. I would rub
his back right now and trace his tattoos. His wings tremble as they
lay on the dirty floor and that breaks my heart.
    No, please don't touch me.
    I won't, I gave you my word. Unless you ask
me to.
    Time goes on. I bite all of my nails to the
quick.
    It's gotten unimaginably worse. I hope he
will just pass out from the pain but his blessed relief never
comes.
     
    He has started eyeing the girl. He has curled
into a ball next to me, almost in a continual agonizing cramp. His
stomach gurgles and whines constantly. I don't know how he is
standing this.
    I wonder if it is the drug withdrawals or the
hunger. I