Blood Lust

Albert Fraiser lived his life cursed with the bloodline of his family. He has grasped this fact for many years, but he's never known the horrors that his way of life could bring until he finds himself creating one of his own. As time progresses, Albert soon starts to feel different about the woman-Melody Lashing-than he had before. But the road ahead is rough...and there's no telling if their relationship can survive the events that lay ahead...


14. Alone

Melody's POV


With a yawn, I flipped over on the couch, burying my face in the couch cushion before groaning in annoyance. Sitting up, I rubbed the crick out of my neck. I stood and groggily made my way into the kitchen. The sight of the blood bags on the table made my eyes narrow and my mouth salivate. I grabbed one and quickly bit into it, fangs extended. 

I drank until the first bag was completely empty, and then looked down to see that I'd made a huge mess. The dark red liquid was all over the grey tile and covered the front of my shirt and my arm. 

I'm such a messy eater...

The thought made me smile a little. I cleaned up quickly and made my way to my room. I noticed that the bed was empty, and furrowed my brows as I went into the bathroom. I washed my arms and mouth quickly, chucking the stained shirt in the floor before I slid a dark blue tank over my head. I pulled my jeans off and tugged on a pair of comfortable shorts. 

My eyes trailed towards the window. I soon found myself standing at the window and moving the curtain so that I could 

The sun was rising...

That fact made my breath hitch. No... It couldn't be....

I turned towards the alarm clock beside my bed and felt my throat tighten up. 

It was nearly eight o'clock in the morning. I shook my head, breathing in and out slowly.

"No... No... Nothing's wrong, Melody. He'll come back..." I whispered to myself, "He promised. He's coming back. A flat tire. No gas. Something-something came up." 

I shook my head again, walking into the bathroom once again. As I brushed my hair with my brush, I watched as my natural curls began to frizz out a little. With all these thoughts of what could have happened to Albert fresh on my mind, I really didn't want to deal with my stupid hair, so I just pulled it into a ponytail and walked out. Making my way to the kitchen, I tried to find something to do. With a sigh, I carefully put the medium sized blood bag into the fridge.

"Well... That's one thing off my really short list..." I muttered, tapping my nails on the counter behind me before turning my head toward the sink. It was piled with dishes. 

"I'll do that!" I exclaimed to no one. 

Yeah...I was getting really lonely. 

I began to hand wash the dishes, not even paying attention to the dishwasher to my right. I needed something to do... And this was something that I could do while waiting for Albert to come back.

He WAS coming back. I knew he was... I was positive he was... Because he promised.

Time flew, and soon it was 3:30. I sat on the couch, watching Comedy Central to try and lighten my mood, but nothing would. My thoughts kept going back to Albert, and where he could be. It didn't take this long to handle a flat tire...or get more gas for a crappy convertible.

Something was wrong, and deep down I knew it. I just couldn't get myself to see it...

I couldn't mentally grasp the fact that Albert was hurt or, and God forbid, dead.

For the first time since I turned, I was alone....

I was alone with no control over my slowly growing hunger. 

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