Blood Lust
Chapter Twenty-One

The Elder cupped my growing bump. Possession radiated off his wrinkled hand as it rubbed my stomach. A low growl came out of his mouth that was dangerously close to my neck. If he had opened his mouth the word 'Mine' would've been audible.

Please just kill me!

I begged in my head; over and over as he nuzzled his way closer to the flesh of my neck. "Hmmm..." He hummed, "You smell delicious." Without a beat, he looked back and flashed a look at the Matron. A look of someone who couldn't tell the difference between greed and hunger.

The Matron stood there, fiddling with her hands. The look of want on her face gave away too much. The look of desire to trade places with me. She wished she was the one about to be devoured by that monster.

"I wonder if you still taste good." He chuckled and nestled right back into the crook of my neck.

"Don't." I said sheepishly. I wished it sound more threatening, but I knew I was no match to even try to over power him.

"Beg some more. It just turns me on." He growled with satisfaction. He grabbed my face with his free hand, only to turn my cheek and lick it. I flinched from his vulgar tongue touching my cheek and attempted to push him away, but that only made it worse.

He scoffed at my attempt and pulled me in. He gave me no time to react as he bit down with all his force. The intense shock of his fangs ripping through every layer of skin caused me to scream.

Every fiber of muscle ached and burned with pain. I could feel my blood leave my body, making my toes and fingers the first to be on pins and needles.

His sharp fangs pulled at flesh and muscles as he thrashed around. He jerked at my neck so harshly that my whole body became his ragdoll, my limbs just dangled about.

"Oh my Lanta! Elder, should we be going about like that if she is carrying?" The Matron had wiggled her way back into his sights.

The parasite that had leached onto me had untethered himself from me to look back at her. "Very well." Blood dripped from his mouth as he spoke.

He released his hold on me and let me crumble to the floor. My skin was cold and sore from losing that much blood.

"Oh, what a mess!" The Matron whined. I couldn't tell if she was referring to me or the fact my blood had sprayed all over her carpet.

The door opened to greet a Guard who came to sweep up the trash. "Is it alive?" The female Guard had kicked me. I whimpered. "You're fine, now get up." She put her hands on her hips and waited for me to magically get up.

I laid there on the floor, defeated. Nothing left to me, but the skin that still clung to my bones.

"Let's go!" She said more forcefully and pulled me to my feet. "You can walk." She held onto me.

"Just kill me." I whispered under my breath. Nothing. I was nothing. I wanted all of this to be over.

The Guard mocked me and began to drag me by my shoulder.

"Ah, Ah." The Elder scolded the Guard. "Gentle with her." He warned. The Guard nodded and continued to drag me.

Once the door was shut and we were left alone and unsupervised in the hall, she dug her nails into my skin, "WALK!" She yanked me to my feet. "I am not carrying you!"

I didn't move a muscle, all my weight put tension on my shoulder. I could feel the Guard getting frustrated with me.

"Get up damn it!" She whispered. She didn't want anyone hearing. She tugged me up to my feet, "Get Going!" She demanded. I had no intent of moving.

There was no way I would make it to where ever she had planned to take me. Everything was spinning, I was so light headed. Then, there was an awful feeling rising in the pit of my stomach. I clenched my stomach and leaned forward. Just in time to spill the contents of my stomach out on to the floor. The Guard hissed.

"You're fucking disgusting!" She yelled. I allowed myself a few more moments to heave.

"I'm pregnant. What do you expect?" I spoke freely. My body was so tired.

The Guard pushed me into the pile of vomit on the floor, "Now you can clean it up."

My stomach cramped. I slowly pulled myself from the puddle, "Fuck you." I said under my breath. With whatever strength I had left, I stood up and turned to her. I used the wall to hold myself up.

Her eyes got wide, "What did you just say to me?" She shrieked, "You blood bag bitch!" She lunged for me. Her fist crashed into my face.

Something came over me. Nothing else mattered, but getting revenge. If I died in the process, then so be it.

As she pulled her fist back, I bit down on her arm and kept my jaw locked for as long as I could.

"Ow! You stupid feeder!" She threw blow after blow with her free hand to get me to release my bite.

I welcome death.

I said as I couldn't hold on any longer. I closed my eyes and my grip on her arm lightened. I heard other voices rush to us and then pure darkness. I hoped it was the death I wanted.