Needs(A short story from my very distant past)

She knew there wasn’t any really point to keep on trying. For three months now he had been ignoring her. She wrote him messages on Facebook; he read but never replied. She texted his phone; once again no reply. She would call and she would ask his mom how he was. She even started to resort to asking about him through his other friends. And honestly she was starting to feel a bit like a stalker. It’s not that she was in love with him. If it was that simple she would just tell him so. Maybe then he would reply. No this was about so much more. She worried about him. She cared about him. She knew all his dirty little secrets and his frequent dangerous thoughts. Although they had known each other for a mere few months, she felt that no one else knew him quite as well as she did. So that’s why no one else could see why it scared her so much that he wasn’t replying. This is what he did when he had some evil plan in his head. He ignored her. It had always been something she could fix before, but not this time. This time he was too far away for her to simply walk over to his house and look him in the face. This time… she worried by the time she got to him it’d be too late. But she had to try. She couldn’t just give up on him. Wasn’t that what everybody else had always done? Let him down? She had promised him, as she looked him in the eyes, that she would always be there for him. And it wasn’t a promise she intended on breaking. She WOULD be there for him whether he wanted her to be or not. So, she had no choice. She was going to California.


She pulled up in front of the house and killed the engine. What a surprise, it was a secluded little place. Double checking the address she had written on her hand, she let out a little sigh. This was it. He would probably hate her forever for hunting him down like this. He had finally answered to one of her texts. She had told him she was coming. That she would be there soon. She didn’t give him the exact time, she knew that would give him the idea that he had a deadline. A time limit to achieve his goal. He had texted back. “Don’t come. It’s too late.” She could only hope that it was a bluff.

Past that, it was back to the same old disappear and ignore act. And she wasn’t gonna take this anymore. Opening the door to her car she stepped out and take another glance at the house. All the windows were dark, most likely from the black curtains filling their frames. The house had an abandoned feel to it. It was defintely his cup of tea, the exact kind of thing he liked. Slamming her car door, she started up the cracked pavement squares. She wasn’t sure how she was going to react quite yet, becasue she wasn’t quite sure what she would find. Maybe she was overreacting, but she’d rather be safe than sorry. She couldn’t gamble with something so precious on the line. Taking a deep breath she walked up the front porch steps and went straight to the door. No more stalling. No more second thoughts. “You promised him,” She reminded herself under her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut and ran her fingers through her hair. Sighing, she opened her eyes and straightened up. This was it. She was here. Her hand reached up for the brass knocker hanging on the antique door. She knocked three times, listening to the slams of the metal meeting wood echoing inside the house. A moment of silence. Head cocked to the side, she listened for just the tiniest hint that he was in there. Just as she was about to knock again, the sound of footsteps drifted towards the door. As they drew nearer, she was surprised to feel butterflies in her stomach. Was she nervous? Or was she just worried maybe? She tried to shake it off as one of the first two, maybe even a bit of both, but she knew that wasn’t it at all. She was excited to see his face. To look into his warm brown eyes and have them looking back into her own. The door swung open and there were those brown eyes she’d been missing. But the pain behind them was something new. Intensified. Wordlessly he held out his arm and she leaned in for a hug. As the two embraced, night began to fall.


“I thought I told you not to come.” The despair in his eyes was easy to see, and the words were laced with sorrow.

“Trevor, you knew I would.” A lips formed a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Did you really think that you could just leave and I’d forget all about you?”

She shook her head and looked down at her hands in her lap. She glanced up to find him glancing off to the side, down the dark and empty hall. Taking a deep breath she stood and walked across the room to sit at his side.

“Trevor, look at me.” His glance dropped to his own lap. “Trevor,” she grabbed his face and gently raised it till it was level with hers. “Look at me.”

He reluctantly made eye contact with her, and the brief moment of closeness melted her heart. As he looked back down he placed his face in his hand.

“Racheal…” he barely whispered her name. “Racheal…” His voice rose a bit as he shook his head from side to side. Suddenly he stood up and looked at her, his eyes blazing with the remorse he was feeling inside. “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE COME!”

His voice cracked as he screamed the words and she jumped to her feet to comfort him. But he took a step back, still shaking his head. “This isn’t right. This isn’t right at all. You can’t keep letting me do this.”

“Trevor, I WANT to.” She tried her best to make her words sound reassuring, but they came out in more of a pleading tone. She just couldn’t imagine a life without him. She would do ANYTHING for him. ANYTHING. “I promised you. I promised you.”

He turned his back to her and ran his fingers through his hair. “I DON’T CARE!!!”

The rage in his voice seemed to bounce of the walls and echo for a second or two, but she wasn’t going to let him talk himself out of it again.

“You need me Trevor. You need me and I need you.” She walked forward and put her hands on his shoulders to turn him around. She looked him dead in the eye and whispered, “We need each other.”

Taking his hand she led him back to the couch. She sat down and pulled him down to sit beside her. Keeping his hand in hers she continued to talk. “This is the way it should be. We have it all figured out.” Looking up she laced his fingers with her own. “I don’t regret this,” she whispered. “And neither should you.”

Releasing his hand she reached up to unbutton the top two buttons of her collar. He automatically tried to stop her but she simply pushed his hand away. As the pale flesh of her neck was exposed, she felt his body tense.

“How long has it been, Trevor? How long have you been fighting of that hunger? Starving yourself” She tsked and leaned closer. “I’m here now.”

He turned and looked at her beautiful throat, marred with the ugly scars of his own accord. The remorse sent tremors though his body and he had to look away to keep from crying out.

“Drink up,” she whispered so quiet he could barely hear. “The pain will all be over soon.” Taking his face in her hands, she lowered it to her exposed neck.

No longer fighting, Trevor inhaled deeply and let out a shudder of pure pleasure. It really had been so long. He had tried for days not to feed. “Just one little drink wouldn’t hurt. Besides she wanted this,” he told himself. “She wanted this.” He slid his fangs into her smooth neck and let the wonderful warmness fill his mouth. They both sighed in relief as he began to suck the blood out of her.

“I’ve missed you so much Trevor. I’ve missed you so much.” And she closed her eyes to let sleep take over.


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