Addicted to the Abyss Part 9
“This is it gentlemen. The vampire. Don’t get too close. It bites. Hard.”
“We were told the teeth were removed.”
She laughed. “They grow back. This specimen isn’t like the others. It’s sentient, and its removed body parts regenerate, rather quickly. Like a starfish’s legs, or a lizard’s tail.”
“Allow me to demonstrate.” She stepped up to the metal table I was lying on.
“It’s watching you.”
“Yes. It is,” she said calmly.
“Does it feel pain?”
“Naturally.” She picked up a scalpel off the small instrument stand beside the table. She cut off the nails on my right hand. All of the them.
I hissed and bucked, fingers zinged, nerves raw and on fire.
She dropped my fingernails into a small container on the stand and set down the scalpel.
“Observe,” she said and flicked a switch. A small pump whirred. I smelled fresh blood, thick, healthy, seasoned with ripe fear. It poured into my throat. The tube pumped it right into my stomach. I drooled, it bubbled around the tube in my mouth and slid down my chin. She was tube-feeding me.
My eyes rolled back in my head. My body was washed over in a wave of pleasure. The blood made me feel wonderful. So warm and alive.
More! More! Give me more! So good. Soooo good.
“That’s enough,” a man said.
I knew that voice. Where did I hear it before?
The voice was stern, dominant, the deep pitch gave me goosebumps. I wanted to break free, knock him down and rip his throat out with my teeth.
A memory, a wisp of thought washed through my brain--that man. He pulled out my teeth, one by one. And before…before…the first time I was caught. He drained me dry. Cut my veins, let all the black sludge out. Replaced it with real blood. Made me strong. So very strong.
I fought him, got halfway out before the guards stopped me. I could see the scars I gave him, his neck had a webbed blotch of silver skin where I bit him. Claw marks on his face, where I grabbed him and drank my fill. He was lucky to be alive. I was surprised he survived the attack. Not many do.
He looked at me in disgust. Lip up-turned. He stood stiff, upright, back tight. I could hear his heart pounding furiously. He wanted to kill me. But something was preventing him from doing that. What could it possibly be?
My finger tips tingled, the pain eased, and stopped. I could feel the new nails pushing up through my skin; thick, sharp, vicious talons.
“There, see?” the woman said. “They’re growing back already.”
Several gasps, mutters of astonishment.
“Yes. When can we start the prelim tests?”
“Tomorrow. We’ll get it cleaned up and prepped for surgery.”
Surgery...They were going to cut me open again. I had to get out of here before they got started. I couldn't stay here. I had to get out. Had to get to Mallory. Had to save him.
The blood, it was fresh, on tap. There was movement, chain scraping on metal bottom of cage. Someone was in there. I leaned my head over as far as it could go to look, there was a human child, a young girl. Scared. Naked. Tasted so good. Wanted more. So hungry.
Wanted out. Wanted food. It was there, right there. Just had to get free to drink my fill.
Wrists clamped down, ankles shackled. Thick metal and strong woven fabric straps. Tube down throat. There was still blood in it. I could taste it through the tubing somehow.
Closed my eyes, focused. Used the blood she had pumped into me. Let it absorb through my stomach lining and fuel me. Willed my teeth to grow back in, sharp as knives. They cut through my gums and lengthened fast. There was a strange tingling, tugging sensation on my jaws as they grew. It wasn't unpleasant. It was almost...satisfying.
I bit down and my new teeth easily sliced through the thick plastic tubing like a sharp razor. Blood spurted out, gushed into my mouth. I tried to swallow but the tube was tuck. Couldn't swallow, couldn't drink all the blood. It pooled in my mouth. Tasted like liquid honey, molten metal and fresh life.
Frustrated, angry. Tried to cough it up and the tube got lodged further down my throat. Gagging, heaving, I threw it up. It fell on the floor in a puddle of half-digested blood. Such a waste. Swallowed what blood remained in my mouth, ran my tongue over fresh new razor-blade teeth. So sharp and ragged. Not like old teeth. They are all sharp now, pointed like canines, or shark's teeth.
I was turning into a shark. Cold-blooded. Thirsty for blood. An eating machine.
I laughed. I was a land shark that fed on human blood. On people canteens. On little land fishes.
The food trembled, whimpered in the cage. Turned around to show her back. It was healthy, good weight, nice muscle tone.
I spotted a catheter in her chest, attached to a pump that had the tube that was shoved down my throat.
The food shivered in fear.
It smelled delicious.
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