Slowly my mind woke up again, and I could move my limbs. There was this uncomfortable feeling in them, as if I had been under some sort of electricity before. My limbs tingled. I noticed footsteps and rustling, a door closing. I could hear again. I could think again too, my thoughts were clear. Better than they were before. I then felt something next to me, slowly creeping on me, it felt warm, like the hands from before, but more. I opened my eyes.
"It seems you are awake, Iruma~"
I saw a face looking at me from above, his hands on either side next to my face. The face was Kiriwo. He looked down on me with a smile. "They are done testing you now. The results are quite interesting I must say. They just left moments ago, you see? My brother doesn't want you to see their faces. I have to ask you a question though." He said, a little more serious.
He then got off of me, and sat next to me on the white, cold table-ish bed. "Those wings of yours are fake, aren't they?"
I nodded. "Yeah." I said, sleep still lingering in my voice. "How late is it?" I asked, shooting up. I had to get back. Who knows how long they experimented on me? I can't let anybody know that this happend. Opera would be so upset. If I make him cry again I don't know if I can ever face him again.
"Its 3am, the witches hour." He said. He looked pretty happy, or well, content, better then before atleast. I sat next to him, my feet dangling from the table. Since he looks so happy I might as well talk to him a little. Nothing bad can come from that, if he gets unstable I'll just shut up again. And who knows maybe I'll find out what made him this fucked up.
"So.. what now?" I asked, not knowing what to ask. I didn't actually think that far. I should have thought more. Just a little.
"Well, now I can bring you back if you'd like. Though, I really don't want to bring you back yet." He said, looking at me. He seemed to be deep in thought, or maybe he was just tired.
I took my chance. I didn't think id get an opportunity to dive into his mind this early, because I only asked one question. "Why do you not want to bring me back?" I asked, looking away from him. "You are intresting." He simply stated. From the corner of my eye I could tell he was staring at the wall. I stared at the wall too.
Should I ask him more? Just a few questions? Or leave it alone? I could ask him why he hurts me, why he hates me or why he likes causing other people despair, but I think that that would be too direct. I really just want to know why though. He is just intriguing. Maybe I could just ask him?
I took a deep breath. He looked at me, confused. Kind of like 'Why did you kiss a frog?' kind of face. Maybe shouldn't have taken in such a deep breath. Also, do not ask my why I know that. I had a childhood too, just not that big of one.
"Kiriwo?" I asked. "Mhm." He replied, his look now focused at me. "Why do you hate me?" I asked quietly. He looked at me in confusion. He stayed quiet for a while, and then finally answered. "I don't hate you."
It wasn't the answer to my question, but it was something. He didn't hate me? Thats hard to believe. Especially with the way he looks at me. Its as if he wants to hurt me so bad that he just smiles the whole time he does. He probably does hate me and just never discovered. Or he thinks of me as a pet. Though, that would make him an animal abuser. Wait, can humans be pets at all?
"Why do you think I hate you?" He then asked me, breaking the comforing silence between us that I used to think and trail off of from the goal.
But anyways, its quite obvious that you hate me. First off, you stalk me wherever I am. Second off, you try to hurt me whenever you can. And third off, you look at me with those sadistic eyes of your's, and get bored of me when I don't look scared enough or act frail enough.
I then took another deep breath. He then took one aswell, wich was pretty funny to me.
"Well, its just the way you act towards me." I said, hoping this wouldn't make him mad. I could have said that I didn't know, or that I forgot what I asked, but I didn't. I wanted to know why he hates me so badly.
"What do you mean?" He asked, staring into my soul. His look was one of confusement and of pain. Did I hurt him by saying that? Maybe I'm just imagining things. I don't think thats hurt, its probably just confused.
"Why would you hurt me if you don't hate me?" I asked quietly, trying my best not to upset him. He looked at me. The tension in the room grew larger and larger with each passing second. He looked like he didn't know an answer to this question. "I don't know." He said, looking away from my eyes. He stared at the fluesent lights. He was smiling.
"I just like seeing you in pain." He then unexpectedly stated. His slight, content smile turned into a grin. Just like it had been from the beginning. He looked at me, his eyes shining brightly. It was wicked. He really was a monster inside, there was no fighting that. I really wanted to help him, but I think its impossible now. Especially with those eyes of his.
He chuckled. "Now tell me, why do you hate me, Iruma?~" He asked, smiling at me.
And hes back. Crazy Kiriwo is back. Dang.
"I don't hate you either." I said, hoping this wouldn't upset him in any way. Preventing him from trying to kill me is probably the best option now. It wasn't a lie either, I spoke the truth. I didn't hate him, I really didn't. He saved my life, whenever I like that or not.
Don't get me wrong, I don't like him either though. Quite the opposite. I dislike him. He is broken, he shouldn't be here at all.
"You don't?" He asked, confused. "Then why do you look at me like that?" I stayed quiet, bracing myself for what may happen. Im not answering him when hes like this. Not again.
"There you go again being quiet. But you don't have to answer. Because if you really don't hate me, then I'll make you hate me, Iruma..~"
His tone turned dark, and he grabbed my face by his hands, cupping it, pulling it up to his. He then came closer to me, his hands were now around my back, pushing my head on his shoulder and my body into a hug. It made me shiver inside. I could hear him breathing into my ear. The way he breathed scared me. Short, shaky breaths. As if he was exited.
"Iruma.." He whispered into my ears. "I'm going to eat you..~"
Wait, what?
I then tried to push him off of me, but he held me in a deathgrip. His face went down into my neck, I could feel his hot breath against my skin. "Those others got to touch you.. I wasn't even allowed to. It isn't fair." He said, sounding annoyed. "So now its my turn to feel you, Iruma. I wonder what you taste like..~" I heard him scriek loudly, a knife in his abdomen.
He then opened his mouth, from the corner of my eyes I could see his fangs blinking in the fluesent lights as he dove into my neck, biting my flesh.
I bit my lip, trying not to scream. It burned like hell. He then dug further and further into my skin, his teeth slowly piercing my flesh. And eventually he stopped, pulling his teeth out. I was lucky he didn't bite my flesh off.
His eyes were glazing with white, as if he was in a weird kind of trance. He looked at me, smiling. He stayed quiet, going back to my shoulder again. There he bit me again, closer to my neck this time. He bit down even deeper, his teeth going in all the way inside now. When he was done he licked the blood off of the wound.
"Humans really do taste great.." He said, standing up. He walked up to a door linked to this room, the door close to the wall in front of me, and went into the room, leaving me alone and confused.
What just happened? He bit me.. wait does that mean I turn into a demon?! Wait, no he isn't a vampire. Those don't exist.. I think.
Well there are demons, so there being vampires isn't much weirder. Why am I thinking about that? Gosh. Why do I always think about these kinds of things? I could be in very real danger right now! Stop thinking about myths and actually think now.
So anyways he bit me. Why? Does he like biting people? He was tasting me and biting me because he wanted me to hate him, right..?
I looked before me, confused. I then felt blood dripping down my neck. I softly touched my wound, hissing when it stung. On my finger was now a red dot. Blood.
Kiriwo's footsteps trailed back to me. He was now holding something, a bandage. He then layed it down on the weird surgical looking table, his focus on my neck instead. He came closer to me, holding me down and licking the blood off my wound.
Do I really taste that good? I felt uncomfortable as I felt his tongue scrape my wound. I backed away. He then got to my shoulder, pulling my shirt down so that he had vetter acces to my shoulder. I did not trust him to be there again, I had my feet ready to kick him away if he bit me again.
"Nothing hurts anymore.." He quietly mumbles to himself, grabbing the bandages. He then applied them tightly around my neck and my shoulder. The pain was horrible. And I was confused. Nothing hurt anymore? What was he talking about?
Once he was done he brought the bandages back to the room. When he came back he had a happy smile on his face. "Humans can really heal anything huh?" He said as he pulled his shirt off, revealing what looked to be an old wound.
"I stabbed myself just now. I was curious. Anyways lets bring you back home now." He said, looking at me.
Thank goodness I'm going back to the beach estate. I just hope no one knows that I was gone.
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