Still Hungry

Rebirth

"I'll see you in a bit, darling."

"Okay, I love you, be careful."

I hung up the phone, wishing David well. He had been touring for almost a year now, but today he was coming home. I was ecstatic to see him again. He had promised me that he was going to retire from touring and stay home with me. We had planned to settle down. Everything was falling into place perfectly.

  12:00 am

Now it was twelve in the morning. It was dark and I hadn't heard from David at all. My mind was racing with fear, terrified something had happened. What would I do without him? After a while of running between windows and panicking, I decided to call him again. Maybe it was my mind- I was probably just jumping to conclusions. When he arrived he would kiss me and laugh at how silly I had been for worrying so much. I smiled at the thought, but still made my way to the phone, dialing his number quickly. My fingers couldn't spin the rotary around fast enough and I felt my arms shaking.
When the dial began, I raised the phone to my ears, anxiously waiting and hoping to hear his sweet voice in my ears.

The dialing stopped

"David, David, are you there?"

No response...

"David!" I felt tears prick my eyes. My voice echoed through the phone. I could hear the desperation in my voice. I was about to hang up and call 911 when I heard him. "Y/N, Its dark..." He mumbled. "David, are you okay???" I asked him concerned. "It's, it's dark. My mouth hurts. They're gone. Everything is gone..." he mumbled, sounding scarred. "Where are you?" I asked. Something was wrong, something had happened. "We were close to home. Close. Now I'm far away... I can't find them." He sounded emotionless...

"I'm going to find you, okay?"

"Yes."

I put the phone down shakily, tears running down my face. Our cat, Luna, rubbed against my legs as if to comfort me. I picked her up and held her, my tears running into her fur, my cries becoming loud. I then noticed that my makeup was running and I was still fully dressed. Hours before I had fixed myself up, making myself as beautiful as possible to meet him again. I put Luna down and grabbed my purse and keys, making my towards the door. I opened it and pushed myself out as quickly as possible, slamming it behind me.
Once I in the car, I realized I had no clear direction. His route was from the north, and he said he was near home when whatever happened took place- so I just drove that way. I prayed that he was okay. I needed him to be okay. Suddenly, in my near distance, I saw flashing lights and ambulances lining the streets. David's tour bus had crashed.
My mouth dropped open.
I felt tears stream down my face, blurring my vision.

"No..."

I refused to believe it. I refused to lose him. I wasn't going to lose him like this. No. No. I couldn't live without him.
I jumped from the car, slamming the door and running towards him. A medic stopped me. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to back away, we're doing what we can. It's a serious accident and we can't allow you to-" I cut him off. "No! No, he's, he's my husband. I can't- I love him, no, no, no," The police at the scene took me by the arms and sat me down in the police car. "We're doing the best we can Mrs. Bowie, but we need you to remain calm."
I heaved for air.
"It's Jones." I mumbled. "Mrs. Jones..." I cried harder. One of the female police officers hugged me, trying to console me. But, I was inconsolable. I needed to know he was okay.
I looked out the window when I saw that they had him. They had his body on a stretcher. He was covered in blood, his body was limp, he looked dead. I stepped out of the car and ran to him. "David, David..." I mumbled again. They closed the door on the ambulance and one of the police officers gave me directions to the hospital he was going to. I looked at the paper. I closed my eyes and sniffles a bit before running to my car. I thanked them for directions and drove as fast as I could to the hospital.
When I got there, everyone turned to look at me in sympathy. One of the nurses approached me, looking down at the floor and then back at me as if she was filled with dread.

"I'm sorry... we couldn't save him."

My vision blurred.
My body ached with grief.
All I remember is falling on the
floor, screaming.

David was dead.

After sitting in the waiting room, sipping water as a nurse recommended, (to calm me, since they thought they could do that), I stood up and walked to the front desk.

"Can I see him?" I asked.

"Uh, I suppose you can, but..."

"Thank you."

"Room eighty-three"

I opened the door cautiously, afraid of how I might react to seeing him in this condition. Not breathing. Not responding...
My heart ached as I stepped into the room.
I sat down next to his cold body. I felt so incredibly sad seeing him like that. His eyes were softly closed, his thin lips forever closing off his mouth. His pale skin even more pale. Everything was gone. I stood and kissed his cold lips. That might be the last time our lips could meet.
After leaving a quick peck on his lips, David's mouth opened. He gasped for air before moving his head towards me, coughing. He looked flushed.

Was I imagining this?

I smiled widely. "David, David!" My sad tears ran to excitement and overwhelmed.
Hope.
I grabbed his hands. David's eyes opened and immediately turned to me. The beautiful blue eyes I thought I'd never see again. He was alive.

He was alive.

I turned around and screamed for a nurse, before turning and looking at his beautiful face. "Y/N..." he mumbled softly. "Y/N"!!!" He sounded happy, tears beginning to fill his eyes. He smiled, but not showing his teeth. He looked tired.
Suddenly, a nurse entered the room. "Hello!" David said, lifting his arm to wave at her. He mouth dropped wide open. "Oh... my God..." she said, calling the other doctors in there. Several more medical officials ran into the room and examined him.

"He's alive."

Everything was going to be okay. Or, so I thought...

The doctor opened up David's mouth and noticed something strange. He had fangs. Long, sharp, glistening, fangs.

"Oh, my God!" That's all they could say. That's all I could say.

David was a vampire.