AphroditeStrife
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Kamikaze airplanes in the skySTRIFEL o c a t i o n ✪ His HouseSTRIFE
STRIFES t a t u s ✪ Normal: WorriedSTRIFEThis could be a shipwreck on the shore
STRIFES t a t u s ✪ Normal: WorriedSTRIFEThis could be a shipwreck on the shore
Being hungry was the worst feeling ever. Alfred stood at the window in his office, looking out over the city, he'd eaten, but he was never full... never. The smell of the normal humans around him taunted his hunger he had, causing him to want to rip his own stomach out, do something to stop it. His throat was dry, and no amount of water would rid the urge. He'd tried everything. Ever since he managed get past the virus, surprised he was able to lie to everyone about it, saying he was at Japan's house while he hid away. Countries that got sick...
Alfred was the hero! He was America! How could he protect anyone in the state he was in? Any human he was near he wanted to suck all the blood out of them, and he longer he waited to drink the sickening liquid, the weaker his body got. He didn't look much different, paler from both the sickness and the fact he couldn't go outside during the day. He guessed he should have been happy that he was alive at all... but to go through the rest of his existence without feeling the sun on his skin. There was so much he'd taken for granted.
"Man, this totally sucks," he muttered to himself, then he quieted, hearing footsteps outside the door. It was a couple of his human helpers that had managed to not succumb to the virus, and they were whispering, about him.
"America doesn't look well, and he never comes out during the day anymore... do you think?"
"Hush Marie, even if he is, he's still the same man we've been serving. Just continue to do your job, he hasn't-" She was cut off when Alfred opened the door, panting a little, his throat was so dry... he was so hungry... he couldn't stop himself, he grabbed the girl within arm's reach, and he pulled her close, he was strong... he always had been, and he was handsome, even pale... the girl didn't fight much... and he kissed her neck before sinking his teeth into her neck.
For a few moments, the thick, sweet blood trickled into his mouth. He hadn't bit a major artery, he just wanted a little, he didn't want to hurt her... but he couldn't help himself. She let out a little moan, and he pulled her closer, letting out a little growl as his normally gluttonous ways got the best of him. Hand were grabbing at him, and he could distantly hear a voice. The whimper from the girl broke the trance and he let her go, stumbling back a little, blood coating his bottom lip. He was shaking, his eyes wide. The other maid caught the one he'd grabbed... the first thing that went through his mind was he'd killed her... but he could hear the two heart beats...
He sank to the ground and looked at her, the stricken look on his face must have caused the maid that wasn't Marie to look at him. He knew her... she'd been with him a long time... she'd started working for him when she was just a girl, and now she was an older woman... "I'm... I... didn't mean..." She managed to smile a little as she held her hand over the wound on the girl's neck... and he could smell the blood again... he wanted it again...
Alfred left the room, going to his bedroom and out onto the balcony. The cold, November air bit into his skin, the near silence from the street beyond hurt his heart... what kind of hero was he if half his people were gone? He collapsed, hiding in the corner of his balcony, on the verge of tears, but not allowing him to shed them. He heard Beth before he smelled her, and she knelt down in front of him. She reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth with a kerchief, and placed three bag of blood in his hand, the kind that came form a hospital.
"I've had a feeling since you came home, the basement refrigerator has enough to last you a few days. You're such a glutton, keeping that from your body isn't good... it's only going to get worse." She left the hanky with him and closed his bedroom door, and he ripped into the bag, wincing at first that it was cold, but his body needed it so badly, he didn't mind so much after the first one. He drank all three, quickly, making a but of a mess out of his face and shirt. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sighing softly. "Man, she totally rocks," he whispered, looking at the little handkerchief and realizing there wasn't enough material there to clean up this mess.
L o v e ✪ No oneSTRIFEOr we could sail away forevermoreSTRIFE
- This time it's sink or swimSTRIFEW e a p o n s ✪ His 22 magnum handgun
This time it's sink or swimSTRIFEE q u i p m e n t ✪ His Glasses
This time it's sink or swimSTRIFEI t e m s ✪ First Aide Kit, ammo, food
This time it's sink or swimSTRIFEP a r t y ✪ No one
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