White Blood

The night was silent and I could hear the rustling of leaves. Was I outside? I felt the cool earth beneath me as I tried to move. My fingers dug into the dirt when I tried to prop myself up. I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids felt heavy. I took in a deep breath and there was a jolting pain near my abdomen causing me to jerk from my lying position. That was when I realized, something was pinning me to the ground. My legs were numb so it was no use trying to kick it off. I moved my hands in the air and met skin. The skin felt smooth under my rough hands. Then I felt movement atop me. One minute the air was still, the next the person on top of me was shifting, almost writhing but still managing to pin me. I tried opening my eyes again.

What I expected to see was the face of evil but instead, I laid eyes on a boy. The boy could not be more than 10 years of age. He had his knees digging into my sides, holding me down. I was about to speak when the sharp pain returned. I coughed and thought I spat out some saliva. I wiped at my mouth and my hands came away bright with blood. My eyes widened and I was about to go to panic mode when the boy grabbed my blood stained hand and started licking it. I was too shocked to do anything. Somehow, my heartbeat slowed and my body relaxed.

My eyes diverted its attention to the boy’s features. He had a large pair of blue-green eyes framed by thick lashes, dirty blond hair that was cut and trimmed nicely and he had supple looking lips to compliment his small face. But looking at his lips brought my attention back to my hand which he was still licking. I moved my hand and he turned his eyes on me. A chill ran down my spine. I swear it felt like I was staring at death in the face. His gaze was so empty yet intense and cold that it made my bone ache. I gritted my teeth and I could feel my muscles tightening around my jaw. He let go of my hand and got up to his feet.

"Who are you?" I asked but no voice escaped from my mouth. The blood tasted awful.