I wanted so bad to lose consciousness. At first the pain was like scraping your knee once you fall, and gradually as he starting to suck my neck it burned. It burned worse than fire or dry ice, it was like a volcano was boiling inside my neck while at the same time, ten others erupted.
I begged him to kill me, well screamed for him to kill me. He pretended not to notice, he didn't care. That's all I could do and I started to choke on my own blood; i don't know why, again I'm no doctor. I was probably disturbing his concentration, so after a while he pulled away from my neck and looked at me with irritation. He solved that problem by sticking his tongue down my throat. I was glad all I could do was scream; I probably would have kissed him back since I've become severely stuck on stupid.
I hated feeling so weak. Not being able to move, or even cry really got on my nerves. I hated that he enjoyed hurting me. It was obvious since he moaned a lot while drinking from my neck. Draining my life away. I also hated how he kept touching. Not like going to far, sexual touching, but not too far from that. In a sick twisted way I like it; like I said I was severely stuck on stupid.
It felt like hours before he stopped. I stopped screaming long before him. It made it hurt more. He looked into my eyes for a while and then got up from the bed and walked to his closet.
"Get dressed I'm taking you home," he said, taking off his shirt and tossing it at me.
I didn't respond. I didn't feel like talking, especially to him. I gingerly raised myself up and pulled up my top. I took his blood covered shirt and pressed it onto my neck. The burning was very slowly decreasing but it was a plus. I looked towards the door. Did he lock it? Would he just let me go?
I stood up carefully and had to hold on to one of his many desks for support. I needed to get out of here. I slowly walked over to the door.
"I'd stop there if I were you. Maybe wait for permission to leave," Ricky said without looking at me. He was looking over shirts to wear. I suppressed the urge to shower him with derogatory comments. I haven't reached that degree of stupid yet.
I waited 10 minutes for him to pick and put on a shirt. Then he appeared right in front of me, bringing with him a cool breeze. I tried not to look at him as his gaze attracted me.
"Ready?" he asked, clearly knowing the answer. I nodded. He opened the door and took my hand, leading me down the stairs.
His hands were warm and soft as he held on to me, and I wanted so bad to hold on back, but I knew not to be deceived. I knew behind all that warmth and softness was a killer. I knew it was nothing short of a miracle that I was still living. So I used every ounce of my remaining streangth and energy to make my body move and not respond to his sudden "kindness." I was stupid before but now it was time to repent and change my ways.
Soon we were outside. It was dark now, probably nine or ten o'clock. Almost close to my curfew. Ricky stopped in front of his almost invisible, black sports car. Even in the dark, it was shining. Good wax job I guess. He held out the passenger door for me.
"Get in," he ordered.
This didn't seem so appealing. I didn't want to be trapped in a closed space with him for a while. Though he drove fast so probably a couple of minutes. Then again I wondered if he could carry me on his back and run through the night all the way to my house like in those cliché movies. I smiled in spite of myself.
"What's so funny," Ricky asked smiling.
Such a sweet smile before made me sick to my stomach right now. Why should he have even an ounce of happiness? He doesn't deserve it! He deserves to be tortured like I have been and then die painfully like what my soul is doing right now.
"The fact that you think I'm letting you take me home," I replied.
Ricky's face turned from warm and happy, to shocked and a little hurt, to trying to be composed and clenching his jaw. I tried really hard not to laugh I swear. I didn't even show a smile. I felt some kind of sick satisfaction from seeing him with his defenses down for once.
"Get in the car," he said in a robotic voice. He got in the drivers seat himself, and started the car. He left the passenger door open for me.
"Or what?" I pushed. I could feel my confidence coming back to me slowly and the pain in my neck feeling lighter and almost not there.
"Or I take you back upstairs and finish where I left off," he said not even looking at me.
And that is how to crush a person's confidence, when they are finally starting to recover. Without another word, I got in the car, gently closed the door and Ricky sped away. What was I thinking even attempting to talk to him like I used to? Like I actually had a say in the matter. Like I was his equal.
"Put on your seatbelt," he commanded. I did as he said. I leaned against the window watching the scenery go by. "What do you think I am," he asked after a while.
"Vampire obviously," I whispered. "And not the animal blood drinking type. Like the scary ones from back then before vampires were made into children's tales."
He chuckled. "I'd say you were half right. Well kind of. I'm not a vampire because frankly there are no such things as vampires. What else do you think?"
"Cannibal, Chupacabra, Fairy gone wrong, Warlock, Werewolf, Mutated Dalmation," I ticked off with my fingers.
"All seem um interesting except for the dalmation part. That one was just like WTF for me. All are wrong though," he said.
"I give up then. Since you are practically dying to tell me, what are you?" I asked, exasperated.
"Besides sexy, I am something no one has ever heard of. In fact I'm kind of illegal," he teased.
"How does that even make sense?"
"I don't know, the blood is like being on crack."
Until now I hadn't noticed that I was smiling and looking at Ricky. Damn he's good. Though his mistake was when he mentioned blood. My smile faded and I looked back out the window.
He cleared his throat. "Do you really want to know?"
Yes, yes, oh God yes!
I shrugged. We were at the front of my house. He leaned in closer like he was about to tell me a secret. There was no place for me to shrink back to and the doors were locked.
"Do you really want to know what I am?" he whispered. You'd think after drinking someone's blood for minutes maybe hours would be bad for your breath, but no oh no still minty fresh. I could feel the sexual tension in the air.
"Yes," I whispered back.
He beckoned for me to lean in closer. So I moved a centimeter closer. He beckoned for me to lean in even closer. I moved an inch closer. He kept beckoning for me to lean in until we were about a foot away.
"Kiss me and then you'll find out," he said, and broke the space between us.