Blood Dripping Fingertips - Meghan Escott (acx book reading .txt) 📗

bright and early the next morning to find no one apart from me in my room. Alone at last. I snuggled into my bed and gave a sigh of relief. I looked at my clock and I had an hour before I was meant to get up. I sighed again then got out of bed. I got dressed for school then sat on the floor, cross legged, in the living room. I got out my art things and began to draw.
I drew last night’s scene with Angela on my arms and Sam on my legs. I looked at the drawing after I had finished it and began crying. I started to draw the other drawings on my list and finally stopped crying. I went into my bedroom and pinned them up.
When I had finished that I went into the kitchen and took my depression pill. I also had some blood and went back into my bedroom. I sat on my bed and stared at the drawings. I got another piece of paper and a quill. I opened a cut on my arm and dipped my quill into it. I winced at the pain but ignored it after that. I imagined Sam’s mark and began drawing it with my blood.
A gentle tap on my shoulder made me stop when I was finished. I put down the quill and set aside the paper on the bed. I blew on the cut until it was dried up and then had some more blood from the bottle. I pinned Sam’s mark on the wall, right in the middle, and then turned around to see who had tapped my shoulder.
It was Sam.
He was looking at the drawing in awe. He stared at it and went over to it. He inhaled the smell of my blood and smiled. He then looked up at the drawing of the night before. He winced and turned away from it. He came over to me and sat next to me.
“I’m sorry.” He said. “I had to. You know I had to. I’m sorry.” He gripped my hand in his and squeezed it; begging me to understand. I looked up at him and lent my head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I know you had to. I know you don’t want to leave me. I’m sorry.” I said to him. He kissed my forehead and pulled me into him.
I rested against his chest and listened to his heart beat. I sighed at the rhythm. It was a medium beat and it made me calm. I heard Sam sigh at the same time as I did and then chuckle.
He kissed my forehead again and held out his wrist. He looked at me thoughtfully and I nodded sadly. I bit into his wrist and sucked. The cool goodness hit me and filled me. When I pulled away, I was smiling but Sam was full of concentration. I went into his mind and he was trying to restrain himself from pushing me back on my bed and kissing me forever.
I gripped his hand and squeezed. He looked up at me and saw the smile on my face. He smiled and squeezed back. He healed his wrist and looked back at me. He leaned towards me questioningly, putting his hands on my waist. I tutted at him then slid my arms around his neck and pulled him down on to me. I was lying on my back on my bed and Sam slid on top of me. His mouth located mine and a long and passionate kiss developed. His tongue set off in a steady rhythm and mine followed. Our bodies fitted together so well it was amazing and his mouth fit mine in the same way. I was starting to believe that we really were meant for each other.
When I finally pulled away from Sam, it was time to be off for school unless I wanted to be late. We quickly got off the bed and out the door. Before we stepped out of the door, Sam pulled on my hand and pulled me into him. He kissed down my neck then on my mark. We then walked out of the door together; not holding hands. Angela saw us and I gave her a quick wave. And she smiled and waved back raising her eyebrows at Sam. He smiled to her and she smiled again.
We got to Combat and went in. Sam sat at the back while me in my normal position. I continued to scribble notes on Era’s of Combat and started my essay. I had written five pages of beautiful writing by the end of the lesson and felt real proud of myself. I vouched I would finish the essay later and hand it in the next day. I wrote this down to make sure I didn’t forget and then proceeded to Performing Arts with Sam.
When we got to Performing Arts Angela gave me a huge hug. I was getting used to her hugs but sometimes they surprised you. As I went back to Sam, Angela gave us both mental messages.
You two got together yet?
Dunno.
Dunno.
Well get on with it. Come on, you guys know you love each other. You might as well make something out of it.
We both nodded to Angela and then to each other. We would talk about that later. The bell rang and we went into Dance. I got changed and completely forgot about my neck. I was in such a good mood and I didn’t put a high neck shirt on so when I walked out of the changing room, Angela came running over to me and turned me around I heard a few gasps and whispers before she turned me around but ignored them. I thanked Angela and put a high neck t-shirt on from my bag.
Sam was waiting outside of the changing rooms. “You al right?” he asked me. “Fine. I can deal with them. No biggie” I said back and walking to join the warm up. After the warm up, we separated into groups. Everyone in my group apart from Angela asked what was up with my neck. I ignored them and carried on dancing but people kept on asking and by the end of the lesson I was sick of it.
The bell went and I got changed to meet Sam outside the changing rooms again. He checked my neck and nodded. He led me out of the dance hall and into one of the feeding rooms in the dining hall. He expected me to put up a fight but I didn’t. When he walked over to me cautiously with his wrist held out, I kissed it then bit and sucked. I caught Sam off guard but he soon relaxed and felt the pleasure of blood sucking. I also felt the pleasures and when I pulled away from Sam, I pulled him into me and gave him a long kiss on his lips.
When he pulled away from me, he had a surprised smile on his face. He hadn’t been expecting what had just happened at all. He had expected a struggle on my behalf and for me to hate him after I had fed. I kissed him again and then healed his wrist. “You’re drinking from me?” He asked me. I nodded my head. “Why?” He asked me. “Because you want me to.” I answered to his surprise. I kissed him again and that put me in a good mood. I kicked ass in Spells and Witchcraft, I was so energetic in Survival that I ran around the track more times than anyone could count, Magic Control was a piece of cake, Blood lust Control was easy as pie, Thought Control; didn’t get cut once and Drawing and Art, I drew a collage of a mixture of good and evil creatures of the day. And by the time I got up to my room, I was jumping for joy.
Sam was looking at me nervously as we entered my room. I skipped over to my room and pinned up my collage. Sam followed me and picked up my pills on the way and started examining the back of the box. He clicked his fingers then looked at me. He came over to me and took my hand. He put the box on my bed side table and got a better grip on both of my wrists. He pressed them against the bed. I started to giggle and then a huge wave of calm hit me. I embraced it and started to calm down. Another huge wave came into my mind and I embraced that as well. Sam let go of my wrists and straightened up. I sat up and shook myself. I eased out of my bed and stood up, bracing myself on the bed. I staggered into the living room then over to the dining table. I moved into the place I normal sat in for Mental Activity and got ready for the lesson. Sam joined me and sat where he always sat. He began the lesson and it shot away pretty quickly.
After the lesson, I asked Sam whether I could go down to the Survival classroom and do some sport. He said he would accompany me to make sure I didn’t hurt myself and we left. When we got down there, there was no one there so I went into the changing rooms and got changed. I didn’t bother with a high neck shirt because it was only Sam and he had already seen what Josh had done. I walked out and started doing some gymnastics. I did many tumbles going from corner to corner. I did as many as I could without stopping and got real tired and worn out. I walked – the best I could- to Sam and sat down next to him. He shook his head sarcastically and held out his wrist. I bit into it and sucked as energy came flooding back to me. I pulled away, healed his wrist and then started boxing.
I boxed for an hour before Sam said that we needed to leave and get some sleep. I nodded and went into the changing room. I slipped my normal school clothes back on and walked out. Sam was outside the room waiting for me. He took my hand and led me out of the classroom. We walked up to my room hand in hand but stopped when we saw my parents outside my room door.


Chapter Twenty Eight

“What are you doing here?” I asked my mother.
“We thought you were in a coma and we wanted to see you. You’re obviously not in a coma I see and what on earth happened to your neck?” She said back. A bomb of rage started to explode inside of me but before I could say anything Sam cut in. “Let’s go inside and discuss this all in a calm way.” He said and opened the door. My parents went in first and then me and Sam. They sat on the same