Open My Mouth

Without question, I open my mouth, praying that cooperation will help me get out of here. I watch in open-mouthed horror as the man bites into his wrist, drawing blood that he exposes to me when he turns his wrist down to face me. I just watch in silent horror, some of it drips into my mouth, slowly at first, before it grows into a stream. It feels like a fistful of coins in my mouth.

Before I get the chance to try and spit it out, it practically dissolves in my mouth and the taste disappears completely. My mind clears and I feel a weight I didn’t know was on me floating away. The room slowly brightens. A strange pit grows in my stomach; familiar, but different from anything I’ve felt before. Without a second thought, I try to follow the bloodstream up, but the man’s other hand on my shoulder, as well as the gashes on his wrist healing, stop me.

I glance around what of the room I can see, before my eyes land on the man. I quickly scan over his features, taking in as much as I can in as little time as possible; his face seems normal enough - if not incredibly familiar - although he is definitely more attractive than average.

His eyes, framed by medium-dark brown eyebrows, slope down towards the bottom of his face. Something bordering on concern shapes his expression, even though I can tell he isn’t really worried, at least about me. The bottoms of his ears are attached to the sides of his face, close to the beginning of his square-ish jawline. Colin Jost.

The man reaches a hand out to help me up, which I take. I look around the room again, everything seeming more vibrant than the street had in the middle of the day. My eyes quickly turn back to the couple, as the reality of what’s happened to me starts to set in. As strange and unsettling everything that’s just happened is, no part of me feels anxious.

“Vampires, huh?” I ask nonchalantly. Recently as I’d been turned, it feels like nothing existed before I was like this; like I’ve always been vampiric. Besides, freaking out won’t do much for me, might as well keep things civil, for my own benefit, at the very least. They both nod silently.

Suddenly, the sensation in my stomach grows, pulling my attention. I feel myself grimace, and I look vaguely down towards the floor. My eyebrows knit together, as heat creeps through my body slowly. Spit wells up in my mouth and my breath hikes in my chest. Even though the feeling seems familiar enough, I can’t put my finger on it; nothing I’ve felt in my life to this point has ever felt this intense.

“You’re alright?” Colin asks - well, more insists.

“Yeah, yeah. I just… I’ve got this pit in my stomach. Not sure what it is.” I absentmindedly shake my head with my last sentence. I curl my fingers into a loose fist, as my mind starts to wander.

“You’re probably hungry,” he responds, reaching out a hand to me. “Come on, we can go catch someone on the outside - get some blood in you.”