The Carrier

chapter 11

I can feel the anxiety rolling off of Damon in waves down the hallway where I had left him. I didn't mean to leave so upbruptly but after I had seen what I did I just can't wrap my mind around it. part of me acknowledges that I know exactly what I saw, that he's healing at an incredible rate way faster then what a human can heal at. But the other part of me can't understand how he's healing like he is, he doesn't even smell any different then what a human does, yet the proof is in front of my eyes but it brings me to the big question, why doesn't he have a smell like one of them or like me?, I know I need to go back and demand answers, I know I need to try and get to the bottom of this but something in my gut tells me that I need to figure this out. That even if I did try asking I wouldn't get the answers I want anyways. Its sad in a way because even though I have a companion down the hall resting I still feel all alone in this chaotic world thats being over run by the undea. I try to shake myself out of this mood and walk towards the silver steel door that's currently hiding what I need behind it. One thing that I am happy about is the keypad that would usually require a pin is not working due to not having power. I grab the cold silvery smooth handle on the left side of the door and pull, the groaning noise of the door opening is almost deafening in the dead silence down here but I could care less at this point. I reach up to the goggles that are sitting comfortably on my face and pull them down so they are resting on my collarbone. Taking a step back from the doorway i look around the inside of the blood bank, Its still going to take some time to get used to being able to see in the dark without needing a flashlight since the only thing it will do honestly is just blind me. In a way it sucks because going outside is such a pain if it wasn't for these glasses I wouldn't be able to make it out there not blind anyways. As I make my way further into the room, investigating the enormous room filled of coolers of blood each labeled perfectly with what each one holds. I take in the slight coppery sweet smell, I ponder each thought that comes to mind but one thing that seems to continue to bug me is my new companion, something deep within me feels like he's not telling me everything, I only knew damon a little bit back from being in school but there was always something off with him. I mean come on he was the biggest jock in school yet he never acted like the others did, it was like he didn't belong with that crowd. Where as with me I was a loner who trained to be in the army on the side throughout most of my school years. but there was always something there with damon but I could never put my finger on it and even to this day I still can't. I know for a fact he's hiding something because why else would he act so strangely around me, I mean we grew up together basically. I push those thoughts into the back of my mind for later, as for now I need to eat something first before I end up eating my companion. I snatch open the first cooler to my right as my instincts start to slowly edge forward, not caring what blood type it is and rip the bag open with my teeth. At this point I don't even care and gulp mouthful after mouthful of the sweet nectary taste, I can feel the blood dripping down my face as I drain the bag and work on the next, I repeat the process multiple times and before I know it I've drained at least twelve bags of blood before I am even satisfied enough. I wipe the blood from my face using the sleeve of my leather jacket and thats when the thought hits me. I can feel my already cold blood run even colder and my ashen skin become even more ashen, I look down at the blood bag and snatching a few up make my way down to the room where I left damon, with only one thought in mind " that bastard". I try to calm myself before entering the room, knowing damn well I'm going to kill him if he doesn't answer me.