Why do I want more?Mature



I can't believe he did that to me!

Why couldn't he just have dragged me back to my apartment and left me there, huh?

After I get him to stop bleeding, I tell him to go to the living room, but I don't follow him for a few moments, trying to calm down.

Because drinking blood is disgusting, the taste, the feel, the act in itself. Everything about it is despicable.

So why do I want more?

I grab a glass of water and go to the living room with Maxxie, doing my best to ignore the smell as I try to wash the after taste of butter out of my mouth.

"I can't believe you did that," I grumble, hiding the anger in my voice. I hadn't wanted him to do that. I didn't want-

"You thought I was just gonna let you starve like that?" He cuts off my thoughts and I look up at him irritably.

"You should have done," I snap, gesturing to his pained expression, "now look what you've done to yourself," I pause and sigh, realising I'm being harsh. He was only trying to help, after all. We both mutter a sorry at the same time and then laugh slightly. I turn around and move to go to his bathroom.

"Where're you going?" Maxxie asks, and I can feel his eyes on me. I swear the guy has split personality disorder. One minute a reckless danger to himself, the next, cautious and over careful.

"Bathroom. Water isn't getting the taste out, I was gonna get some mouthwash." I mutter, not looking at him.

"Oh c'mon, I can't have tasted that bad?" he laughs, but he stops the moment I turn to face him, my expression dangerous.

"No, it was like the best thing I've ever tasted," I growl. I leave the room before he has a chance to respond to that. 


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