Jessica’s P.O.V
I couldn’t close my eyes, no matter how hard I tried. I just couldn’t believe that Harry was here holding me, he was actually alive. The days I went without leaving my room, without eating food. That once empty spot in my heart was now filled again and this time the feeling deep in my gut was two times more extraordinary. The room was dark, darker than black the only light was the silhouette of the bright moon glowing into my bedroom. Half of the covers were on Harry, I don’t know why gosh! He’s a freaken vampire, they’re never cold. My arms poked above surface with Goosebumps.

I lift up his big arm and pushed it over to his side and slowly scooted out of bed. This time I was surprise he didn’t grab me. I tip toed over to the window, I peered outside the world was so silent, so quiet and filled with peace. All I could hear was the hushing blows of the wind sweeping trees left and right, pieces of fern got caught in the harsh wind. I watch them sway in the breeze then fall feathery to the ground. I felt something in the air as I turned to look at the mailbox, I could barely make out a shadow of a person. Somebody was staring back at me as I stared back at them; I quickly closed the window and pushed both ends of the curtain together. Now the room was completely black.

“Harry” I whispered softly but loud enough to wake him. “Harry wake up!” I whispered a notch louder, but he didn’t move. Normally he jumps straight out of bed. I peered back the curtains slightly enough for my eye to stick out. The tainted shadow was gone, like a ghost. My anxiety rested back to its normal tempo.

I leaned up against the window staring at Harry. I scrunched up my nose and crossed my arms. “Wow, thanks Harry. You’re the best boyfriend ever” I stopped once I noticed this was an A conversation. “Harry” He didn’t move, but a secretive groan escaped out his mouth. “Harry?” I walked closer to him, the doubts and questions in my head was compacting my mind causing my heart rate to speed up again. I was standing at the edge of the bed watching his figure, ball up underneath the covers. I hovered my hand over his body, I was afraid to turn him. I quickly got it over with and grabbed his arm firmly causing him to fall on to his back.

I jumped back slightly. His skin was even worse, his body was lighter to the point of looking sick and half dead….wait he’s already dead. There were now black circles that rimmed underneath his eyes, his forehead excrete with water. I carefully reached over to touch his forehead and it was torched with warmth, he had a bad temperature. “Harry!” I held my voice firm and calm. “Wake up, what’s wrong, wake up!” I shook his shoulder roughly, but he laid there moaning and moving slightly in place. I sat there, I couldn’t do anything I couldn’t help him; I didn’t know what was wrong or what sickness he had.

“Hun--…hung--…” I leaned my ear closer to his mouth; his faint breath grazed my ear lope. “F-Fo…Foo…” “Food, is that what you’re saying? You’re hungry?” he didn’t respond. You have to do something Jess, just calm down you got this, be calm. I took three deep breathes closing my eyes “You got this” I gave a moment of motivation in my head then opened my eyes, I was filled with determination.

I quickly withdrew Harry’s jacket off my body. Of course my skin crawled with coldness but I was in the zone. I withdrew some of the covers back – draped the jacket over to the top half of his body, then recovered him with the cover. His shaking stopped slightly, but he was still moving. I only had on my sports bra from yesterday afternoon, I felt awkward but I’m saving someone’s life here I feel like a real doctor. I reached up and pushed Harry’s floppy brown hair out of his eye – brushing it backwards. I used the back of my forearm to wipe his forehead – I wiped the access water on my sweats. I reached under his neck and pulled his head up frailly, with the other hand I fluffed his pillow, than laid his head back down carefully.

“Okay” I whispered. I took my two fingers and applied pressure to the inside of my wrist; I found my pulse beating at perfect tempo. I reached into my night stand and quickly grabbed my just in case hand knife. I stared at my pale skin and back at the knife debating if I should, without thinking any further – I took the knife and dug deep into my skin and quickly sliced my tender skin. The sharp metal gulfing into my texture was painful yet durable. I sat down on the bed and scooted closer to Harry, the blood was starting to stream out of my skin. I dragged my wrist over the jacket – making sure not to get any on my covers.

I hovered my wrist over Harry’s mouth. The blood dripped in one by one, his mouth spread wider and his gums started to stretch. Soon these sharp white teeth unshielded from his pink gums, my eyes widened with fear. But I knew I could run, I knew I could scream because this is something that has to be done. I’ve lost him once I can’t lose him again.
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Harry’s P.O.V
I didn’t know where I was and I didn’t know what was happening. All I know was that whoever’s blood that was trickling into my mouth was beyond delicious and so pure.
I wanted more.

I grabbed the persons arm and slammed it up against my mouth. My teeth sunk deep into the wounded spot. I dug my teeth deeper and deeper, never have I ever tasted something so rich and valuable in my life. My teeth sucked hard and harder on the nice flowing blood vessel, I could feel my organ start to strengthen.

The soreness that was cozied up on the left side of my body was fading away. Whoever this is I have to thank them for everything, they’ve done. “Uggghh Ahhh” I heard tough whimpers in the background, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. How could I? I’m trying to enjoy as much as I can before it all goes away.

My bottom fangs unveiled from my gums and began raveling itself into the hot flesh. My mouth was taking full advantage, but the whole time I could help but think who is doing all this for a small boy such as I?

My stomach felt up with fullness, and satisfaction. Before I could pull the wrist away from my mouth, it fell out effortlessly by itself. I whipped my head back, moaning. I quickly swiped the blood drizzling from my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Mmmm, Jess.” I reached over to the side of the bed. I moved my hand around the faded warmness of the spot. My eyes popped open with fear. “Jess?” I ran my eyes around the room. I sat up, and noticed the jacket laying ever so nicely on my body. I stared at the jacket trying to put two and two together. I don’t get it, is she trying to tell me something? Why would she leave me? I swooshed back the covers and climbed out of bed. “Where the f--…” I clumsily tripped over something on the floor falling down hard onto the wooden surface. I quickly sat up and stare back at the object.

But this wasn't any object.

This was Jess, lying down.

My mind processed, was that the blood that tasted staggering, was that the one I was sucking the life out of? Why would she do that?

I sat there staring at the frozen still body.

Did I kill her, is she dead?

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