[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - The Dark Gift Edition !

In favor of Anne Rice and Vampires, here's a small section of my novel with an annoyed vampire. Very mildly edited and needs much more work. 
 
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 “ Get off! ” Tara pulls a leg up, kicking the vampire hard in the stomach, Kide giving a loud hiss at the forceful kick but not moving back any. 
 
 “ Look at you! You ’ re freaking out. If this was ‘ just a dream ’ would you really be that intent on stopping me? ” Kide paces back and forth as Tara weighs her options of where to go to flee. It is extremely apparently how out-matched she is. He suddenly places both hands on the armrests and leans in close, eyes a brilliant shade of red. “ You ’ re having a fight or flight response and you ’ ve had it more than once here. Even past that, if you were dreaming, don ’ t you think you ’ d go somewhere interesting? My house is boring. If you were dreaming, you wouldn ’ t have to be frightened of me, you ’ d make me a fucking butterfly or yourself invulnerable. Why don ’ t you try that? I ’ ll wait. ” He stays close, only a couple inches from Tara ’ s face and she draws back as far into the chair as she can. 
 
 “ They ’ re hallucinations. ” Her voice is reduced to a strangled whisper and his eyes narrow. 
 
 “ Oh lovely. I ’ ve been reduced to a delusion. ” Kide growls darkly before grabbing her arm roughly. “ Fuck this, I ’ m not getting disbelieved. ” A loud scream comes from Tara as the vampire ’ s fangs plunge into her arm, just below her elbow. He immediately pulls back away, letting her arm drop and seeming to be struggling with himself as his eyes brighten and darken over and over again. Tara holds a hand over the bleeding wound on her arm, cradling it to her as she staggers up out of her seat and slips the bathroom she remembered from earlier, shutting the door and bracing herself against it. 
 
 The wound bleeds through her fingertips and she attempts to locate a first aid kit, hoping that the vampire would have one. She finds some bandages and gauze patches in the cabinet under the sink. There ’ s a thump and she looks over in fright just to see a shadow blocking most of the light attempting to shine under the door. She returns to bracing the door closed, using a washcloth in an attempt to clean the wound before putting the gauze patches over the wound. She winces as she wraps the wound, feeling the puncture marks already bruising. 
 
 “ Did you find the gauze and bandages? ” Kide ’ s voice is low and partially muffled, coming from directly outside the door. Tara stays quiet, pressing harder against the door until another loud noise startles her, sounding like something bouncing off the door. “ I… ” He trails off and Tara continues wrapping her arm up as best she can. “ I should ’ ve been taking better care of myself. ” The statement makes Tara scowl at how self-centered it is, trying to make sure the bandage will hold in place. “ You starve yourself, you get violent like that. I ’ m sorry for placing you in danger. ” Tara stays quiet, finishing wrapping her arm up, looking it over in concern as the scowl disappears from her face. “ You ’ re… alive, right? ” There ’ s extreme concern in his voice. 
 
 “ Yes… ” Tara reluctantly replies, looking the washcloth over. It ’ s stained with her blood, the terrycloth fabric giving it an uneven and strange look. 
 
 “ Good… ” Kide falls silent for a while. “ Adalyn ’ s going to kill me. ” Tara stays quiet again, deciding to simply wait it out and wake up whenever she can. She doesn ’ t want to be here, but couldn ’ t seem to wake up this time. There ’ s another loud noise of something bouncing off the door and Tara realizes that it ’ s the vampire ’ s head, the shadow under the door being him sitting against it, much like she was. “ I should ’ ve been eating, not starving. It puts people in less danger and makes me more stable. I just… can ’ t drink sometimes. ” 
 
 “ You just put holes in my arm asshole, I ’ m not forgiving you or feeling bad for you. ” Tara spits out bitterly and there ’ s a pause before Kide laughs, sounding hollow. 
 
 “ No, I don ’ t blame you. ” There ’ s a long silence and Tara slings the washcloth up into the sink before cradling her arm to her and resting her head on her knees. “ I ’ m just… trying to explain why I ’ m an idiot. Which is sounding terrible. ” Tara stays quiet again, holding her hand to her arm. “ Did you… get it wrapped up? ” 
 
 “ Yes, I got the two fucking holes in my arm wrapped up. ” Tara hisses angrily. 
 
 “ Good… ” Kide falls silent for long enough that Tara starts to relax a little, hoping to wake up and trying to force herself to wake up. Every time she opens her eyes though, she ’ s greeted by the dark bathroom.
