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by Scott Normandin
He felt
himself being pulled up by the shoulders.
Brannigan had helped him up and set him
in a chair.
"You
are hungry, Alex."
"No
food," Alex was able to mutter. "It
will make me sick."
"Not
food, Alex. You need your blood replenished
now, your blood is dying."
"But
the doctor said tranfusion wouldn't work,"
Alex was coming back now, but he felt much
weaker. It was getting tougher to hang on.
"Alex,
you can't have a transfusion from a blood
bank, you need fresh blood from a human
being. You need blood filled with oxygen
and vitamins and minerals and all the fun
stuff blood has that keep people alive.
You body has used yours up. Time to feed,
Alex, or it will only get worse for you
as your body decays."
Alex giggled,
"What? What are you saying? I am some
kind of Vampire now?"
"For
lack of a better word Alex, yes you are.
Don't get me wrong, it's not the movies.
What has happened to you is that your brain
will work now forever, even if servered
from your body, until it succumbs to decay
to the point of being dust. Your heart beats
but not forever, if it stops, the body dies
and you are in pain until you rot away to
nothingness. Crucifixes? They won't kill
you, but a stake through the heart will.
Sunlight won't evaporate you but it will
speed up the decaying process, which is
why we walk at night and live in dry climates."
"And
silver bullets?"
Brannigan
laughed, "I think that's werewolves,
Alex. Unless, that is, you get shot in the
heart."
"If
you get fresh blood before your heart stops
you will feel healthy again, until you use
that blood up. Then you need blood again."
Alex dropped
to his knees, it was a nightmare. "So
what do I do? Suck blood from people's necks?"
Brannigan
was getting impatient. He had explained
this so many times over the years and it
was becoming more and more annoying to him.
"No,
you idiot. It's a medical condition. You
need a transfusion from a living breathing
human. Observe."
Brannigan
walked into the kitchen and Alex followed
behind. When Brannigan entered, the workers
stood still in fear, they were used to being
victims. Brannigan grabbed a young woman
and threw her down to the floor. She squealed
in fear as she hit the ground and cried
out to her father. Alex couldn't understand
the language, but he just knew and understood
her fear.
"Leave
her alone!" Alex yelled to Brannigan.
Brannigan
sat on top of her waist and grabbed her
by the throat. He looked worked up into
a type of seething lust. Sweat came out
of his pores and an evil smile crept across
his face. He began to tremble in a kind
of anticipation. He turned his head to face
Alex and growled, "Get used to it Alex,
this who you are now and this is what you
have to do."
Brannigan
reached into his pocket and pulled out two
large surgical tubes. One had a needle on
one end and the tube was cut open on the
other end. The other tube had a large needle
on both ends. He turned the crying girl's
head to one side and said with sick type
of humor, "Time for an oil change."
Brannigan
took one tube and shoved the needle into
the side of his neck, at the jugular vein,
and blood quickly flowed out of his body
through the tube onto the floor. He took
the needle of the second tube and jammed
it into the same vein on the girl's neck.
She screamed in terror and Brannigan laughed
only louder.
Still holding
the girl's neck with one hand, he picked
up the other end of the tube coming out
of the girl's neck, and stuck that needle-adorned
end into a vein in his arm. His disposition
grew in strength and his fervor turned to
a form of pleasure. His smile broadened
as the girl struggled beneath him, his hand
firmly holding her down by her neck as the
rest of the kitchen staff stared helplessly
at the gruesome scene, and the girl screamed
and kicked her legs beneath him. Alex watched
in horror as the girl's hands dug into the
arm gripping her neck, trying to pull herself
free. Her fingernails digging deep into
Brannigan's skin, the flesh tearing from
his arm.
"You
see Alex," he yelled out. "I drain
the old blood out of me, and let her heart
pump her fresh blood into my arm, taking
her blood for me. I live, she dies."
The girl
fainted beneath him. Alex still on his knees
was frozen in shock watching Brannigan.
When the girl fainted, Brannigan let go
of her neck, and reached out to Alex and
pulled him near. He pulled the drain tube
from his own neck and stuck it into Alex's
neck, then the same with the needle going
into his arm.
Alex felt
the warm blood surge into his body, it felt
so good. His heartbeat became stronger,
the pain began to subside. He felt himself
in a trance as he could feel each surge
of blood from the girl, forced into his
body by the young girl's beating heart.
It was ecstasy. Alex laughed and felt for
the first time a lust he had never felt
before. He wanted more. He felt stronger,
almost invincible.
Then Alex
came to his senses and ripped the needle
from his arm, then the needle from his neck.
He stood up and backed away terrified over
what he was doing, he had become a monster.
Brannigan
was angry, "You moron! Don't waste
the blood!"
Brannigan
snatched the tubes and reinserted the needles
into his own body. His evil grin once again
on his face. "Come on, Alex. Get over
it and enjoy the feast that is the wine
of eternal life."
Alex backed
away. He needed to leave. He wanted to run
and never come back, never see this scene
again, and most of all, never to be the
one who repeated the scene to another victim.
He backed into the cold stainless steel
kitchen counter and reached out to brace
himself and felt the handle of a kitchen
knife. He looked down at the cleaver under
his fingertips and clasped his fingers around
the sturdy wooden handle. Brannigan was
occupied, not even looking at Alex, so Alex
lifted the blade, stepped over to Brannigan,
and with all his might swung the blade towards
Brannigan's neck.
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