5. Confession
1327 Words
Sally-Anne
Year : Unknown
“How did I get here?” I watched him reaching into the bucket, while also mulling his words over in my mind. Vampire, was that really possible? It must be: after all what else would explain everything. Did that mean Ricky was a vampire too? Did he know?! I felt alarmed, how did this happen? Did I catch it from him like a disease? Is that how it worked? What if he caught it from me? I sorted through a tangle of memories trying to grasp something that made sense but when I thought of Ricky my heart ached with longing and what I now supposed were my last ‘human’ moments replayed. We were in a small clearing in the woods behind the fields; the moon was full and heavy in the sky bathing us in ethereal light. Ricky held me in his arms trailing kisses across my skin, setting me alight with need, I was dizzy and breathless. When he kissed me on the mouth it had been electric, the world had fallen away and the taste of his tongue in my mouth had been all consuming. And that was all I remembered before I woke up alone on the forest floor. My captors voice interrupted.
“Well Doll in the interest of being ‘friendly’ I’ll tell you, you know - seems we’re having such a nice civil chat, but I’m real interested to be hearing how you got to be there.” He left whatever he was reaching for where it was, instead pulling a fresh cigarette out the pack in his top pocket.
“On the Brice farm?” I met his gaze.
He nodded, lighting it and taking a deep drag before shaking out the match.
“See I was doing some investigating on the Brice farm, seeing if I could work out what had happened there where the police couldn’t, when I found you mummifying in a cell, fix you up and brought you back here.”
“Are you a detective?” I enquired. He chuckled.
“Now, now Doll that’s not how it works. I answered a question for you; you answer a question for me.” He replied tersely.
I nodded glumly.
“What were you doing at the Brice Farm?” The man asked.
I swallowed feeling hollow, the scene did a lightning fast replay in my head and I winced. He started tapping the table impatient for the reply.
“Come on Doll, ain’t got all day.” Clearly he was irritated by my reluctance to answer.
“I killed them.” It came out a whisper, the horror of it all pressing down on me.
“Come again Doll, told you already can’t hear that quiet.” He said with an edge of frustration.
“I KILLED THEM.,” I slammed my hands over my mouth, chains rattling with the movement. I hadn’t intended for it to come out so loud.
“Go figure.” He sounded bored. I looked at him shocked, I'd confessed to murder and he acted like I told him the sky is up. “Eh eh,” He looked at me slightly alarmed, “none of that.”
“None of what?” I replied swallowing heavy gulps of air that I knew I didn’t need.
“The crying, ain’t goin to work on me Doll, even if your truly remorseful I couldn’t give a f**k, don’t need to see that shit.” He spat.
Surprised I brought my fingers to my eyes, there were no tears, completely dry. I looked at him confused.
“I’m not.” My tone defensive.
He ran his hand over his face, exasperated. “I’m not explaining every little thing to you, your body is different now and I’ve seen enough Vamps to know that look when I see it. Trust me; that was crying.”
I stayed silent while he calmly smoked his cigarette. I wasn’t sure if that had been my question and he was thinking of one to ask me or if he was waiting for me to ask. The silence was intolerable.
“Don’t you have another question for me?” I mumbled, deciding not to risk aggravating him.
He raised his brows and snubbed the end of his smoke out, immediately reaching for another.
“You killed ‘em, case closed, no more questions.” I winced, he gave me a once over and reached into the bucket pulling out a beer. He popped the cap off and took a deep swig. I could see the beads of condensation rolling down the glass and hear the liquid running down his throat. My lip quivered. I was so thirsty. The pain hadn’t left me, I'd just gotten used to it, pushed it down but now it rose up. A low whine escaped my lips.
He regarded me with one raised eyebrow.
“Guessing you got some more questions Doll?” He took another swig of his beer and followed it up with a quick puff, I nodded. “Well I tell you what I’m feeling charitable and I got some time on my hands so how about this,” He reached into the bucket pulling out a bottle filled with a bright red liquid, my eyes went wide and I swallowed loudly, he grinned “have a drink with me and you can ask all the questions you want.”
I nodded vigorously, eyes locked on the bottle. He rolled it across the floor and I scrabbled to grab it. Try as I might I couldn’t get the lid off, I growled, frustrated and then tried biting the weird bottle but my teeth scratched it and slid off. Whimpering as the thirst burned a hole through my very being. Startled, my eyes snapped up. He was laughing, loud unrestrained laughter and wiping tears from his eyes with the back of his hands. I watched - unsure. I couldn’t see the comedy, only pain and the voice in my mind whispered angrily. Once he caught his breath he reached back into the bucket and pulled out another bottle which he opened. Without fear he strode toward me and held out his hand.
“Come on Doll, trade you.” He chuckled.
Instinctively I crouched protectively over the first bottle but he simply reached down and took it before setting the one he had opened in front of me. As he stepped away muttering how he needn’t have bothered with the chains I lunged for the bottle. Gripping it with more force than necessary, the liquid shot out the top, spraying me in the face and running over my hands and down my arms. The thirst was so relentless, ignoring the mess I rammed the opening to my lips and chugged it down crushing the bottle as I went.
“Real thirsty huh?”
I nodded, looking at the wet blood coating my dirty skin. Growing up on a farm and amongst a farming community I wasn’t squeamish about blood but the fact I’d just swallowed it down like it were a glass of water in the desert made me feel emotionally sick. The temptation to lick it off my skin was strong, almost unbearably so, my mind whispering ‘thirsty’ in a desperate rasp.
“Sorry.” My voice broke.
He shrugged, “Happens.” He said, bringing over another bottle.
I reached to snatch it but he moved it just beyond my grasp.
“Slower.” He looked at me pointedly before placing it in my hands.
“Thank you.” I said quietly and took a sip, quietly grateful for his kindness but confused by it too, not only was it so undeserved this mystery man had appeared so vehemently against me only a short while ago.
“Better.” He nodded his approval before swigging his beer. “Fire away then.”
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