Bloodl.u.s.t

I gasp as I realise there's a deep cut on his wrist, blood drips at a dangerous rate but all he does is draw it closer to her lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yell as my hand surges forward to pull his wrist away but somehow I don't get a grip!

I yell more loudly into his ears but he doesn't as much as flinch and I'm convinced his hearing ability is gone along with his eyesight.

Finally, his wrist touches her lips, parting them which makes the blood drip directly into her mouth! Eww and what the hell!

With a sudden jolt she gets up from the bed and I'm too surprised to say anything. The next moment I realise the roles are reversed; she's sitting on a stool and I'm lying on the bed.

"Get up, Diana!" Her lips move as she speaks but her voice sounds heavy, a lot more… masculine? I blink at her in confusion unaware of what's happening. She bends down and picks up a heavy jute sack and with a 'thump' places it on my forehead!

Now that's something my mother would do!

My head hurts like it will burst into a thousand pieces any second. I groan with pain, the sacks seem to get heavier with time and I look up to see Dr. Will adding huge pebbles into the sack from a bowl which with no doubt a few seconds ago contained fruits!

"Diana?" her voice still sounds male-like. Maybe drinking blood makes your voice sound like that…

She walks towards the only window of the room and realising what she's about to do I close my eyes shut. There's a little swooshing sound of curtain rings sliding and the room is filled with sunlight, so bright I almost feel my retinas burn. But my pain doesn't end there, with a 100kg sack on my head and the light threatening to set my eyes on fire, I suddenly feel my skin being peeled away! Ugh!

I open my eyes gradually and realise I'm in a room I don't quite recognise. So that was oh- a dream. A morning dream.

I've heard many people say that some morning dreams do come true. But this one... there's a possibility of it coming true as much as I'm likely to fail in Microbiology. That is- never.

But do I want to see her again? There was only one answer: No. Not after everything she's put me through.

Are you sure, Diana? There must be a little part of you which wants to-

No! She's gone for good. These little voices in the back of your mind can be pretty annoying sometimes!

I sit up, groaning and find myself lying on a bed which feels far too comfortable to be my own. I feel my head spin and I think I'm about to collapse just when I feel hard, strong hands wrap around my arms holding me still. I struggle to keep my eyes open with the throbbing pain my head is in and the sunlight which doesn't stop burning my eyeballs even when they're closed. I hear someone move as the grip on my arm loosens and suddenly my eyes don't burn anymore! Maybe it is night again.

I open them again with much difficulty and all I see is the faded outline of a male figure but it gets clearer. I notice that he is blocking the light from falling on my face.

"Who are you?" the words are out before I can think twice. My whole body aches as I try to place my feet on the floor.