Title: A quick cure for what ails you.
My own fic – Copyright belongs to Ryna.
Rating PG 13 – Talk of death
Part of a work in progress – may take shape into a novel.
Word count: 399 — this later became a part of Compassion
“I hear you offer a solution to my problem.” The pale young man whispered, his eyes hovering on my face. He was sickly, and smelled of a lingering illness. I tried not to think of the meal that I would soon eat, and instead I focused on his words.
“Yes.” I stated smoothly, as I sat down at his bedside. His parents had summoned me this morning, asking me to come and speak with him. Eli, the boy in front of me was deathly ill. It was the kind of illness that one never came back from. His parents wanted to ease his suffering, and they had called me, imploring me to help them. I, of course, had informed them that I could only help them in one way, and that all I could do was ease the pain. His mother had told me tearfully over the phone that she knew this. She stated that I had helped one of her cousins, long ago, and her family remembered me fondly for the services I had rendered to them.
“I am tired.” Eli stated to me, his eyes fixed on mine. “I want, no I need to end this. My way.” He lifted his chin proudly and said, “It is my time to die.”
I lifted my hand and caressed his face softly. The man was so young, twenty at the most. His body was frail, and it showed signs of being worn out long before its time. I had to question him one more time, just to be sure.
“Are you truly ready?” I asked, brushing my fingers across his lips. They were to warm. They felt feverish. “Have you been told what to expect?” It was the family’s duty to prepare my meal, the sickly, the ones who would die a lingering death.
“Yes, and yes. Do it, I beg of you.” He gasped out, leaning back against his pillows. “It is all that I long for.”
“Very well. I will cure you of this problem. Any last requests?”
“Make it quick.”
“Quick it shall be.” I lean in and kiss his lips briefly. I grasp hold of his hair, bear his neck, and sink my fangs into his throat.
