Chapter 7: The Blood

The boy looked up at him, and nodded. "Yeah, I am." He said nicely. A human, was…. Willfully…. Hanging out with vampires. Doesn't he know that it's dangerous? What if someone bites him, or kills him accidentally? That was dangerous, wasn't it? Jingfei stared at him. What if he killed the boy in front of him. He almost killed someone randomly on the street. What if he started to get hungry again.

No, he couldn't hurt someone. He couldn't kill them. He wouldn't be able to stomach it. Stomach the thought of killing someone. He…. it was impossible. But, was it? Jingfei had killed someone before. Had almost, at least. But he wasn't thinking. He wasn't….. Thinking…. Jingfei would just have to make sure, take very good care of himself. Not go around humans. Not go anywhere around them.

Yet, he was still staring at one.

He looked down to the ground, stepping back and behind Wei. The man was obviously confused and turned around slightly. But Jingrfei placed his hands on Wei's shoulder, keeping him in between the human and himself. Don't go anywhere near him, and then you won't hurt him. You won't kill him.

"Jingfei…." Wei sighed. Jingfei didn't answer, hiding. Looking down at the floor. The gray, wooden floors. With geometric lines scrolling across. Slowly, those lines, scaling across the room began to turn into droplets, splatters, of blood. Pour across the room. The entire room, a crime scene. The room, sleek and nice, with a modern gothic look, began to melt. Melt into a liquid.

Into crimson blood.

Slowly, the deep blood began to pour upwards. Towards Jingfei. He stepped back, Wei being gone. Everyone being gone. Only the thick red blood remains. Jingfei's eyes widen, horror in his every step. It started off slow, how steps dragged. But soon it became faster. Every step backward, the pools, lines, rivers of blood dragged on. They followed him, everywhere he went.

Soon enough, he hit the wall, his head swinging back to hit the concrete. His view of the entire room. Blood was painted on the walls. With cursive writing. REVENGE. YOU MUST DIE. YOU KILLED ME. He did, he would. This was destined to happen. Jingfei was destined to kill someone. Destined to hurt them. To hurt everyone around him. Somehow, he had changed from the sweats Ying had given him before. Instead in his blood-soaked outfit from yesterday.

But it wasn't his blood anymore.

The taste of blood ached his throat. It was toxic now. Sour and bitter to the taste. He coughed, trying to cough up the taste. The feelings. He held his throat, using his one forearm to hold himself up from the ground. He looked up. Not at the walls. Not on the floor. But instead at where the blood was coming from. Where the blood stemmed from.

There the boy laid, in blood-soaked clothes. Wounds on his stomach, head, and arms. He lay lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling. Blood pooled from his body, crawling over to the white haired boy, now pink from the warm substance. His lifeless body. He tried to move closer, as a way to see himself. See the person he killed. Someone, a ghost, pushed him back against the wall. Jingfei waved his hands, trying to push the ghost away.

However, his hand only hit the air. It was like a seatbelt, keeping him in place. A hand not allowing him to move closer. "Let me see!"Jingfei yelled, trying to push the item away, but he couldn't go see them. Couldn't touch them. Couldn't-" As Jingfei angled himself, he saw it. To small, red dots on his neck. A bite-

"Jingfei!"

The world around him switched. No blood. Clean, gray wooden floors. Lined geometrically. A modern gothic style, clean and without blood. Jingfei couldn't breathe. He scanned the world for the body. For his dead body. Where was it? Where could it be? He saw iot, he saw himself. It was something. He was somewhere. The body- the biter. He saw it.

His head was tilted to stare at Wei, who looked back worriedly. "Where did you go?" Jingfei whispered. Wei looked at him, letting go of his chin. "Go? Where did I go? Jingfei, I was right here this entire time." Wei answered just as softly. Ying was also staring at him, the same worried expression on his face. As Jingfei stared, he could see the soft fangs, not noticeable if he wasn't looking. But he was.

Jingfei looked back at Wei. "What's happening?" Jingfei whispered. Was it not real? Was nothing real? Was he not actually dead? Was there no blood, no dead bodies? Jingfei scanned the room. Wei and Ying were close to him, whilst Chan was behind them, standing straight. No humans. His eyes widened. The blood. The blood on the walls. The words. They were right. He killed someone. He killed the boy. He was dead. He killed him.

His lungs wouldn't work. His body wouldn't work. Nothing would. Jingfei slowly stood, Wei and Ying following his every movement. He stared at Chan. "Where's the boy?" Jingfei asked. His voice seemed distant. Like it wasn't coming out of Jingfei's mouth. Someone was talking. Not Jingfei. Some other kid. Someone else. A whispered, echoing through different halls to get to him.

Chan looked at him worriedly for a moment, before stepping towards the door. He opened it slightly. "Snow Bird….. you can come in here now." Chan called. Jingfei waited, watching the boy with white hair walk in. Snow Bird? He instantly looked at Jingfei. "Are you okay?" Yang asked. That was his name. That was the boy's name. Yang. Jingfei was silent for a moment, before diving for the kid.

Not to kill him however, instead to hug him. He hugged the boy tightly, making sure to hug him as much as possible. He could feel frozen tears falling down his face, but he didn't let go of them. It took time for the boy to understand what was happening before hugging Jingfei back. "I'm so… so sorry.." He whispered softly, sniffling.

Yang instantly shook his head. "You shouldn't be sorry for anything, Jingfei. You didn't do anything wrong." Yang rationalized. But still, Jingfei shook his head. "No, no, no, no. I killed you. I- I" "Jingfei. You didn't kill me. I'm still here, aren'[t I? You're hugging me. I'm talking, laughing, and having fun. So I am not dead. You didn't kill me, okay? Repeat it.." Yang encouraged, however he didn't. Yang was wrong. He killed him, his blood, it was everywhere

"Jingfei, say it."

"I… didn't…. Kill you…"