Blood Donor

Meet Libby, a high school girl… who just so happens to be donating blood to a vampire. Tricked into an organisation, Libby has to face that the guy she loves sees her as food, she’s on a diet to keep her blood “clean” & her friends/family can’t know.

So this is an idea I had a while back, I actually got it when I went to a hospital to have some blood taken for testing. When they were doing it I suddenly said “this gives me a great idea for a vampire story.” The nurse sent me a weird glance but I just smiled, later on it vanished though. I have a bit of a fear with blood so I didn’t too well seeing my blood in tubes. :S (Shudders)

Anyway hope you enjoy the first chapter!

High School.

Something devised to drive teens mad with anxiety, especially the ones who have to hear something several times over until they finally understand it.

I’m one of those people.

After exams, I’ll be the person standing with a miserable expression whilst thinking of the haunting moments that await me when my parents find out I failed… again.

It’s not that I don’t study, I do more than enough! So much that sometimes I feel as if my brain has been fried on a pan…

I’m just not a person for grasping things, I guess it’s no wonder I’m not in the top class at my school.

I have to admit, it’s embarrassing.

I shudder to think where I’ll be a few years from now when all the other smart kids are in college.

Where will I be?

Behind cashier number 8 at the nearest supermarket.

Oh well, on the bright side at least I have my other job that pays…

“Libby?”

I break out of my miserable thoughts of the upcoming exams and turn my head to meet the eyes of a blue-eyed blonde stood next to me; I’m currently sat in Biology. But due to the substitute teacher we have nobody is even attempting to do work, not that the sub minds. He’s just sat there reading a book.

Ah, makes you think what sort of people are teaching kids now a days.

“Good you’re still with us.” She says, “For a moment there I thought you’d left us.”

I smile and shrug, “Just thinking of the many horrors that await me in the next weeks.”

“Tell me about it.” She groans, “Apparently if I don’t get at least a C in all my subjects, my parents are kicking me out straight away. So mean!”

“Hey Kate you’re in the top class.” My other friend says who sits behind me, “You can easily get Cs. Me and Libby are the ones who will be suffering.”

Standing up the brunette haired girl walks around her table and sits on my desk.

I glance up at her and she smiles down at me, ‘down’ being the main word here. Let’s just say, she’s VERY tall.

“You and me will stick together won’t we Libs?” she asks draping an arm over my shoulder, “Us block-heads need to stick together!”

I pull a weird face, “Why are you saying that like it’s a good thing Hannah?”

Hannah ignores me and continues to smile.

“By the way Kate...” I say, “Why exactly are you in this lesson, shouldn’t you be in room 12?”

Ten minutes ago Kate walked into this class suddenly and came to talk to us.

Kate shrugs, “My class got let out early for school as the teacher needs to go to a meeting, anyway I decided to come here. The sub doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Obviously.” Hannah replies.

These two are my friends by the way.

My only friends would be a better word.

It’s not that I don’t get along with the other kids in my school, it’s just I wouldn’t say any of them are my friends. We only know one another’s names and faces and that’s about it.

Hannah glances at me and to start a conversation says, “By the way Libs, you look a lot better today. On some days you’re as pale as a ghost.”

I shrug, “I’m anaemic, what can I say.”

Hannah opens her mouth to speak when suddenly the bell signalling the end of school rings, all the class quickly file out.

I quickly gather my bags and stand up.

Turning towards my friends I say, “I—”

“Gotta go?” Hannah finishes with a grin, “Is it that day again? We know, we know the drill. Go run then.”

Both Hannah and Kate know occasionally I have to run from school in a hurry, when I do they think it’s because I’m going to work at a café on the other side of the city.

If only they knew the truth…

I nod and with a quick wave I whiz around and run off, using all the strength I have I hammer my feet against the ground and rush out of the school and into the streets.

Why does this job have such bad timing!

How on earth is a high school girl meant to travel two miles in half an hour… and on two feet?!

When it’s at weekends it’s fine, but weekdays... damn it!

Running through the streets I once again curse my unathletic body, I’m not much of a runner. But it has to be said, since I started this job I’ve lost quite a bit of weight from the running but most is the effect of the procedure.

As the half an hour limit comes up I spot the building up ahead, by now my legs are ready to give away and I can feel my heart hammering inside my chest.

Slowing down to a walk I use the last of my strength to walk in through the automatic doors.

I walk into a large reception area, around there are chairs – all empty – and in front stands a young lady behind a glass window. She’s currently sat typing on a computer.

Walking up to the window she tears her gaze away and glances at me, upon seeing me she smiles.

“Libby, nice to see you again. Most of the people who come through these doors don’t even give me the time of day.”

I nod with a smile, still panting heavily from my dash here.

An amused expression covers her face at the sight of me; pulling something out from under the table she shoves it through the gap in the bottom of the window.

“Here, have a drink.”
“Thanks Emma.” I gasp taking it and swigging it down, after several gulps I pull it away and smile at her, “I gotta go, I’ll come and talk to you afterwards.”

“No problem, good luck.” she cries after me as I walk away.

Passing the area she’s sat in I go through the door labelled ‘staff only’ and come into a white clean hallway. From the ceiling bright lights shine down.

Walking down the hall I pass a few doors until I come to the end upon which there’s another room that looks similar to the reception area I was seated in.

A few other people are seated here aswell, around three. All are of different ages but they all seem to be within their twenties or early thirties.

Each of them have a few things in common though, all three are pale and lifeless. One is sat with their eyes closed where as the other two seem to be half-dazed.

I fake back the giggle, it’s more tiring when you’re older...

Walking up to the desk I pull out a card from my jean pocket, I should have shown it at the reception but Emma knows me well enough to not see my pass now.

Stood behind the desk is a lady, she appears two times older than Emma and has a stone expression on her face that says ‘I couldn’t care less for this job.’

Placing it on the desk the lady behind it picks it up and scans it, as my details come upon the screen she’s reading she speaks.

“Same room, same partner.”

Nodding she then gives me back my card which I place in my pocket and pushes a small object on the desk towards me.

“Place your finger on the pad.”

Nodding I place my forefinger on the red soft pad, as the lady reaches out her hand and presses a red button on the side I feel a prick.

“Remove.”

Pulling my finger away I glance down to see a small pin prick there where a needle pricked me. Grabbing some cotton wool from a jar on the table I press it against the finger.

Glancing at the computer with which the contraption is plugged into she waits a few moments.

After a while she gives a satisfied nod, “You’re clean.”

Smiling I thanked her.

With not even a reply she continued on with her work, sighing I turned around and walked across the room towards a lift.

Entering it I pressed the button and allowed myself to go up the floors, this building has around eighteen floors and all of them except the first are filled with apartments.

It was kinda like a hotel I guess; in fact I think it once was.

Right now the building is seen as a company that trades with overseas organisations – at least, that’s what the public think.

If they knew what it really was, boy there’d be trouble...

Coming onto my floor I walk through the halls – identical to the ones on the first floor – and pass the doors with numbers of them, here the lights are dimmer on the ceiling.

Pacing up to room I’m assigned to I stand outside it and stare at the door, glancing at the number plate that reads ‘302’ I chew the side of my lip.

With both hands at my side I clench them and unclench them for a moment, taking in a deep breathe I raise my hand to knock on the door.

However instead of meeting the door my hand meets thin air as the door suddenly swings open.

Blinking I find myself staring at a pale toned chest, lifting my eyes up I meet two black orbs.

The figure stood there stares down at me, “You know instead of doddling around outside you could just come in straight away.”
I blink a few times before speaking, “I know...” I murmur, I can’t really think of anything else to say.

The guy rolls his eyes, his eyes are inhuman. Both his pupil and iris are a dark black, not even the light from the ceilings reflects the blackness of his eyes.

His hair is dishevelled and is a dark black, if it wasn’t for the roots of his hair you would never think it was died. Black hair seemed to suit him so much... And a few pieces that were his fringe that lay hanging over his eyes were died red.

As I once again continue to study his appearance in a matter of seconds, the guy sighs and turns allowing me space to walk in through the door, tearing my eyes away from him I walk in and hear the door close behind me.

Placing my bag on a chair I glance around the room, as always the balcony windows are obscured by black curtains.

The only light comes from the lamps on the wall and beside tables and so the room is dim.

A double bed stands to my right covered in satin duvets and several pillows lay on it.

Turning around I draw in a breathe suddenly to see the boy merely a foot away from me, however I quickly hide it with a weak smile, “Um... hi.”

The boy studies me for a moment before speaking, “Have you got your things?”

I nod.

“Good, go get changed quickly, I’m parched.”

I frown at his bad manners but otherwise obey, grabbing my bag I rush into a bathroom on the side of the room, locking the door behind me I rummage in my school bag. Within it there’s another plastic bag containing the things for when I come here.

Changing out of my school clothes I strip down to my underwear and then slip into the blue nighty.

You’re probably wondering what I plan to do with the boy who can’t be any more than three years older than me, after all... the curtains are drawn, his shirt is unbuttoned and I’m now wearing just a nightgown.

Sighing I glance in the mirror and frown at my appearance, I wish I was more beautiful.

I don’t wear make up so I have quite a plain face, from running over here I’m covered in sweat and my hair is sticking to my neck and shoulders.

Rummaging in my bag again I pull out a bobble and some clips and position my hair so it’s away from my neck.

Glancing at my appearance once more I know I’m not gonna get any more better, oh well.

Walking out of the bedroom I glance towards the boy who’s sat on the end of the bed, when I come out he glances at me.

Walking over to him I ask, “Is it okay?”

His eyes glance me over before he nods, “I guess you’re okay. Best you can get anyway.”

I ignore the comment...

“Have you stuck to your diet?” he asks.

I nod, “As always...”

He seems satisfied, “Good, I don’t want to drink and find it to taste sour. Let’s get this over with. I want you to leave shortly.”

“Okay.” I reply, once again turning a blind eye to the insults.

“Sit then.” he says.

Obeying I sit besides him on the bed.

As his hand clasps my right shoulder and pushes me flat onto the bed I shut my eyes, a cool breathe fans across my face and I feel goosebumps cover my arms.

“Don’t struggle.” his voice whispers.

A second later two dagger like objects pierce the skin on my chest, just above my nighty.

I let out a scream but a hand soon covers my mouth causing my voice to die to silence.

As I feel the pain sear through my chest I try to fight the instinct that tells me to struggle, kick, try anything to escape.

With one hand pinning me to the bed by my shoulder and the other covering my mouth I feel myself trapped.

Snapping my eyes open I find the head of the boy down on my chest, whimpering I fight back the pain trying to come forward.

Yes, if you don’t know it by now then you never well...

This boy is a vampire.

Infact this whole building is inhibited by them.

Six months ago I was made apart of this organisation – or more like tricked into it – that helps keep the creatures of the night satisfied without causing bloodshed.

The business is called the ‘Dark Raven Organisation’ – catchy isn’t it? – but is often shortened down to DRO. A bit of a weird name I have to admit but then again this business does contain vampires...

“Damien...” I manage to gasp into his palm; however this is not a pleasurable way.

At this the boy pulls away in a flash and is at the other side of the room panting heavily, holding a hand over my chest which even now bleeds I too feel myself lost of breathe.

“You...” I speak, my voice empty of life, “You took too much.”

Damien says nothing, for a moment he disappears before he returns besides the bed.

Hovering over me he glances at my eyes, I meet his gaze and stare at him.

Staring at me for a moment he then places something over my chest, a wet cloth I then realise.

Bringing a finger to his mouth he bites it, I watch as he removes the cloth and then hovers the finger over my chest. After a few drops of his blood fall on the wound I place the cloth back over it.

Slowly sitting up I hold the cloth to my chest and in a murmur say, “I’ll go sort myself out.”

Sitting up I feel my legs wobble slightly but manage to walk over to the bathroom and close the door.

As soon as the lock turns my legs feel as if they’ve been replaced with lead, collapsing to the floor I take a few deep breathes.

For a while I sit there overcome with dizziness, despite the bathroom light being on it seems dimmer.

Leaning against the door for a few minutes I let myself regain strength, my right hand holds the cloth to my chest.

For those of you wondering, vampires do not always bite necks. Depending on the vampire, the area where they bite is different. For the vampire I am partnered with he enjoys drinking from just above the chest near the heart.

Other vampires may drink from places such as arms, hands, thighs etc. The only reason people think vampires bite the neck is because some human came across one vampire who just so happened to enjoy drinking from the neck.

Standing up I feel myself more confident to stand, holding the sink with one hand I glance at the mirror.

If I looked bad before, I look even worse now.

All colour has drained from my face and so I’m pale, this is why sometimes I look like a ghost as my friend Hannah said. My excuse is that I have anaemia but I don’t, even if I did receive it from this I wouldn’t be able to take medication.

With being a vampire’s partner you have to stay away from all form of medication and you must also stick to a strict diet and live a healthy life.

Removing the cloth I find the blood has stopped; the wound that was made is no longer there and has healed due to Damien’s vamperic blood.

Running the tap I rinse the cloth and clean up all the blood from my chest, the only evidence of the bite is a small scar that is barely visible to humans.

Changing back I then check my watch.

4.00

Wow, quite a bit of time has past.

Glancing at my appearance in the mirror again I sigh before walking out of the bathroom, gazing across the room I find Damien laid on the bed on his back, one arm covers his eyes.

“Bye.” I say walking across the room.

As I turn the handle however to open the door a hand shoots out form behind me and slams it shut again.

Turning my head I find Damien staring at me.

“Damien?” I ask confused.

He frowns, “Will you tell anyone?”

“Huh?”

“Are you going to tell them about what happened?”

I then realise he means the incident about taking too much blood, shaking my head I force a smile, “Of course not, I’d never do that.”

Damien stares at me for a few more moments before nodding; walking away he stands in the middle of his room with his back facing me.

“Good, I’ll see you Monday.”

I nod and opening the door I leave the room.

I’d never tell on Damien, not even if I should.

There were strict rules within this organisation, when a vampire joined they has to sign a document saying they’d obey all the rules.

If they didn’t, they’d be thrown out.

One rule was to never take too much from your donor, today wasn’t the first time Damien had accidentally taken too much.

Within the six months I’ve been Damien’s donor, he’s gone over the limit on two other occasions. Not so much that it’s serious, but enough to make me dizzy and nearly faint.

The first time he had taken too much I had actually lost consciousness, when I’d awoken I was lying on his bed with him besides me staring at me with a panicked expression.

Damien didn’t want to be kicked out...

And if it came to it, I would lie to prevent that from happening.

You may be asking why I’d lie even if it meant my own life may be at risk.

Well the reason is simple.

I love him.

So there you go, the first chapter for this story. I’m actually surprised it’s this long, I had wanted to write a lot more but I realised it was getting too long.

Hope you like it, please review and give your views. I’ll update when I can. However this chapter took me quite a while to write, mainly because I kept changing parts and tweaking areas.

So yeah, review please!

The first few chapters will be setting the scene, the real action starts after that...