Nyx
The pain wouldn't stop. It came in waves….sharp, burning, unbearable. I curled into myself on the cold floor, gripping my shirt as if that would somehow make it better. It didn't. It only got worse. My heartbeat was too loud. Too fast. And my throat… It felt like it was on fire. "Make it stop…" I whispered, my voice barely there. But no one came. No one ever does. The door clicked. I didn't move.
Didn't even look up. I didn't have the strength.
Footsteps echoed slowly across the room. Calm….Measured…Not rushed. Whoever it was… wasn't afraid. "Pathetic." The voice was low. Controlled. Cold. My eyes snapped open.
I forced myself to look up. And then…. I froze.
Him. The same guy. The one from school.
The one who watched me. "You…" my voice cracked. "What do you want?" He didn't answer immediately. Just stood there, looking down at me like he was trying to figure
something out. It irritated me. "Stop staring," I snapped weakly. "If you're here to kill me, just do it." A mistake. The air shifted instantly.
He stepped closer. Too close. Before I could react, his hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. My breath caught. His eyes… They weren't normal. Too sharp… Too focused… Too… dangerous. "You talk too much," he said quietly. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened just enough to stop me.
"Let go…" "Do you even understand what's happening to you?" he interrupted. Silence….
I hated that question. Because I didn't have an answer. "I'm not… whatever you think I am," I muttered. A lie. And we both knew it.
His gaze flickered…briefly…to my lips. Then back to my eyes. "Your heartbeat says otherwise." My chest tightened. "You're trembling," he continued calmly. "Your senses are heightened. And your control…" His grip loosened slightly. "Is nonexistent." "I said let go!" I pushed his hand away this time, stumbling back. Something inside me snapped. That same burning feeling returned.
Stronger….Worse… I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to breathe. Trying to stay normal. "Don't fight it," he said. "Shut up!" I snapped. "You don't know anything about me!" A pause.
Then….
"I know enough." Before I could react, he stepped closer again. But this time…Slower....Deliberate. Like he was approaching something fragile. Or dangerous.
"If you keep resisting," he said quietly, "you'll lose control completely." My heart pounded.
"Then what am I supposed to do?!" I demanded. For the first time… He hesitated.
Just for a second. Then he raised his wrist.
And before I could understand what he was doing… He bit into it. My eyes widened.
Blood welled up instantly...Dark…Rich…
The scent hit me like a storm. My body reacted before my mind could. I stepped forward. Without thinking. Without control.
"Drink," he said. The word wasn't loud. But it wasn't a suggestion either. "I…I can't…" I whispered, shaking. "You can," he replied.
His eyes locked onto mine.
Unmoving…Unforgiving…
"Or you'll die."
Silence.
Heavy.
Terrifying.
My throat burned.
My vision blurred.
My control slipped.
And then….
I gave in.