Thursday, April 25, 2013
"I'm so sorry, dude."
"What the hell?" Jay pressed his hand to the side of his neck. "Did you...were you trying to bite me?"
"It's just...I can't help it," Will said. He really did feel bad. Jay was his best friend and he had let the curse get the better of him. "Are you all right?"
"Just back up." Jay put his free hand up to block Will's step forward. He took his hand away from his neck and looked at it. No blood, but it hurt. "What the hell?" he cried again.
"I didn't mean to. I could hear your blood, and see it pumping through the artery in your neck, and I just - well I guess I lost myself. But look, I didn't even break the skin." He could see the distinct teeth marks on Jay's throat, and there seemed to be some bruising involved. All in all it looked more like a particularly angry hickey than a vampire bite. "I guess you're lucky that the fang thing is a myth."
Jay rubbed his neck again and grumbled. "Oh yeah? What about the stake through the heart thing?"
"That one's true. Then again, no one would survive that."
"What about crosses?"
"Are you going to burn up when the sun comes up?"
"I'm a little light sensitive, but nothing a pair of shades and SPF 50 won't fix."
"This is what you get." Jay wagged a finger at him. "I told you that chick was bad."
"Yeah, yeah. Enough of the 'I told you so'." Will rubbed his hands. "What am I going to do? I'm hungry all the time, and I eat and eat. I want meat all the time, but raw meat. Like all I can think about is getting my hands on bloody chunks of meat, but like fresh meat, with blood dripping--"
"All right!" Jay cut him off. "Enough. I don't want to hear anymore. Just let me think." He turned away, placing his hands on the kitchen counter. Will tried not to notice the faint blue veins that feathered across his friend's temple. "What if we kill the one that turned you into this...whatever it is you are now."
"That only works for werewolves."
"How do you know that?"
"It's been a really long week." A long and educational week, Will thought. "I need blood, Jay. I can't survive much longer without it."
"You're not getting mine." Jay took a not very stealthy step towards the kitchen entrance.
"We'll find another way. The blood bank, or the hospital."
"Does it have to be human blood?"
Will looked down at his feet. "Yes."
There was a long moment of silence. Then, "I'll help you, but don't try to bite me again."
"I'll try not to bite you again."
"Not 'try'. Don't"
"I can't promise that, Jay."