How To Be Human

Chapter 22: How To Escape Like Pros

Chapter 22 : How To Escape Like Pros

“No, you’re not back,” I said dully. “You’re probably very exhausted because your body needs to recover and you need to sleep for pretty much the entire day and night. You’re also probably really hungry for human blood because you haven’t had it in a while and it’s not in your system. Right now, you only have your fangs and half of your strength back. By tomorrow, you should be 100% vampire.”

Warren rolled his head towards me and gave me a very flat, boring look. “You ruined my opening, kid. Thanks a lot.”

I grinned at him. “No problem.”

“But…” He suddenly sniffed in and let out a bursting moan. “Joel was right, you smell like whipped cream on a chocolate pudding pie.”

I suddenly recoiled and I pointed a finger at him. “Warren, focus. We need to get out of here before they catch us. They’re probably searching every level for the fire right now and when they find out there isn’t any, they’re going to be very suspicious - Warren - Warren, no!”

He had me slammed against the glass wall. We were both soaking with water everywhere. “I’m sorry, my little whipped cream,” He purred, sucking in another ragged breath. His body was sticking to mine and it felt like a burning fire. “But I can’t control myself right now. You would know how that feels, hmm?”

He was implying what happened on his birthday. He for sure remembered everything that happened that night. “Warren - ”

“Oh look at that, I gave you a hickey. Whoops.”

I gasped and tried to look down at the spot where he was looking at. “You’re such a - ”

“Shh,” He cooed, placing kisses on my neck. It brought back haunting memories of his birthday. “Daddy’s hungry.” Without any warning, his fangs pierced through my skin. It felt like I was getting a piercing on the side of my neck.

It did not feel pleasant, nor did it give me a fuzzy feeling. It felt like blood was being taken from my system without any clearance. It hurt like a needle was being placed into my skin. He continued to drink. And drink. And drink. And drink.

I started to get a little dizzy. “Warren,” I said, voice a little hoarse. “Stop.”

His fangs recoiled back into his mouth. “Shit,” He swore, feeling my body lean on his for support. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, grabbing my throbbing head and tried to stand. I’m almost collapsed, but Warren saved me in time. “No, really, I’m fine. You needed the blood,” I told him, unsure if my words were slurring or not.

“We gotta get out of here,” He muttered. He helped me to the elevator, and by that time, I was able to start walking on my own. But he refused to let go of my waist. We got to the hallway and I heard him swear. I looked up to see three guys in hazmat suits coming toward us. “Not this again.” He gently placed me on the side of the wall. “Stay here.”