I Apologize

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out before I even know what I’ve done. Forget the blood high, the fear of **** is more than enough to make me apologize, whether I mean it or not.

Scarlett purses her lips moments after the words leave my lips. She cocks her head at me for a moment, before she raises her thumb to her lips. She walks over to me and presses her thumb to my lips. The feeling of her blood against my skin sends chills down my spine. I try to suck for more of the high before she pulls away again.

“What,” I whisper, my voice ragged.

“Did you really expect me to believe that? You attacked me, manipulated me out of really punishing you, and then you blurted out a blatantly insincere apology with no thought to it. On top of all that, you, immediately afterward made it very clear that you didn’t mean this. You’re scared, sure, but that doesn’t make you genuine.”

My eyes go wide in terror, as the realization that she knows my thoughts better than I do. Fuck me.

“I think it’s a little late for that, don’t you?” she responds. I stay silent, trying to shut my thoughts off completely, though the lightheaded feeling taking me over cuts off a lot of my control over anything, really.

Fear washes over me in waves as I watch Scarlett disappear from view again. I stare up at the ceiling, just waiting for **** or sleep to take me. Just as the hopelessness starts to set in, I hear a sound coming from the opposite wall.

I look over to the source of it as fast as my state lets me, only to see nothing - that is, until two glowing golden eyes open within my view. I watch silently as they draw closer to me, bringing the figure around them into view.

The blood loss slows my thoughts, letting her register as familiar, though it takes me uncomfortably long to figure out who the woman is. Luckily for me, as soon as the little light in the room completely covers her figure, I recognize her. Brie Larson.

“In the flesh,” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder as soon as the words leave her lips. Without another word, she straddles my hips, before biting into her wrist, sending blood dripping down her forearm. “Drink.”

I listen to her without question, hoping to get back the high I thought I’d lost. The feeling of her blood against my lips sends shockwaves through my body immediately after contact. She tastes sweeter than Scarlett had, and I feel myself re-inflating faster than I had earlier.

Before long, Brie pulls the two of us apart, lifting herself and putting a hand on my chest to keep me from following her blood up with her. Here we go again. “There’s more where that came from,” she responds off-handedly, as the wounds on her wrist weave themselves shut. My eyes stay on it for a moment, fascinated by the movement in front of me.

“Come on,” she says getting off of me. As much as I know how few other choices I have, I can’t help but be apprehensive.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask.

“Don’t worry about that. Come on.”

“What are you doing here.” I cross my arms, trying to steady myself against the ‘bed’ under me.

“I’ll tell you when we get out of here. Now come here.”