Chapter 19 alpha Hybrid awaken in me

I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfecting invading my nostrils.

The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive.

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting to sharpen the blurred images. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white, schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here?

I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts. I did it; I jumped off.

The cold air hits my face as I plummet toward the gravel. Some were panicking, and some remained still. I heard one lady scream, "crashed."

The pain jolted throughout my body. It didn't hurt as much as I realized I had failed.

I was still alive. Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain.

I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back onto the bed. My body was engulfed in pain as if objecting to my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away.

I was staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light. I was perhaps waiting for some help from the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me, and how long I had been here.

Jia walked into the room, "where am I?"

Looking around, I felt light-headed. Jia walked to the door, pushing it closed, "you were involved in an accident."

The door flung open, "young lady, you can't be In here."

She had walked up to Jia, taking her beneath her arms. Jia tossed a pint of blood over to me. When seeing it, I shoved it under the white woolie blanket.

After closing the door after them, the door pushed open this time; it was an Indian guy, short, wearing glasses and a thick beard. He looked as if he was in his early fifties.

He wore brown pants with a straight line seam in the middle and a pair of black pointed shoes that looked like a size five, and his white cloak hung below his knees.

He had a stethoscope and carried a brown file looking down at it as if he was aimlessly walking on in the park.

For a moment, I thought he would walk right into the bed. He paused, lowering his glasses, "Mr," he paused. "Kai," he looked closer as if he was double-checking if he was saying my name correctly.

He looked up, "how are you feeling, young man."

"I am fine, thanks, doctor."

He removed the stethoscope and placed it in his ears, pushing it lightly onto my chest, "breath in."

"Breath out," he had written something down in the file.

"How did that feel?"

I felt confused, "how did what feel?"

"The breathing in and out, did it hurt?"

I breathed in to ensure, "no, it doesn't?"

He nodded, one word slipping out of his mouth, "interesting."

The seconds felt like minutes in his presence. He was slow and did nothing. "Is this what doctors do, write and say nothing? What is the interesting doctor?"

He lifted his glasses and made eye contact for the first time since he had entered the room, "you being here."

"Me being here?" I repeated.

I felt a sudden wave of his energy and had this sharp pain in my head. It felt as if my teeth were pushing through my gums. My body felt a sudden coldness as my heart beat faster. I wanted him out of here now.

I was scared I would harm him, I tried to communicate with Jia, but it was like a solid wavering frequency that caused sharp pains to hit my head and ears, and my eyes hurt. I couldn't make out what the doctor was saying. His lips were moving, and it sounded gibberish. I curled up with my head to my knees, holding it and gritting my teeth.

I saw nurses rush in and cover me with blankets. The doctor looked up as if there was air-conditioning in the room but saw nothing but ventilation.

I saw darkness shadowing the room like a dark cloud hanging over my head. I was thirsty, and I needed something I needed- I needed a taste of human blood.

As I slowly inhaled and exhaled, this room was full of doctors and nurses, help me, help me, I can't take this. I grabbed my hair, not feeling anything, as I pulled on it. I pulled a patch of hair out, and my body started to shake. I felt my spine cracking, this pain, what is this pain?

I repeat, as I looked around, hearing their hearts beat so loud, the hunger, the thirst, I clenched my fist with the patch of hair.

My two fangs pushed out while my head was tilted. I am shapeshifting; I can't control it.

Where is my chain? It's not on my neck. Where is it? It felt like a part of me had been detached from my body, venom burned through my veins. My system was hungry. My pointy nails grew. No one could see it but me.

I will remove the blanket and suck the blood out of these wasteful humans. They were here not because they cared for me but because the doctor told them to. My life was meaningless to them. To this doctor, I was a trophy.

He would be called the doctor who saved my life, yet he didn't do shit.

I will put an end to this now. The emergency alarm went off, the lights went dark, and I felt something warm grab me by the wrist. I opened my red glowing eyes.

The room was empty except for one person starting right down at me, "Maka, is that you?"

She hissed, showing her fangs. Maka placed her wrist to my lips and hissed.

My sharp teeth sunk through her flesh as her blood painted my teeth. I placed my lips over the hole and started sucking. My thirst had risen from a quiet background song to dance-rave loud. I sucked and sucked, like a newborn breastfeeding.

Her blood was different; it was passionate, sweet, salty satisfying. She looked down at me as she swung her head back.

I can't stop, I wanted to stop, but I have sucked more than a liter of blood out of her. She was slipping away, and Maka dropped down to her knees. I looked at her holding her wrist. "You are going to kill her. Stop," Jia screamed.

I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. Who was I? What was I doing to the girl I loved? I looked down. The stones had started to lighten up my life.

Jia walked over to the stones and placed them over my neck when the pain I felt moments ago was gone. I felt alive, and I could breathe. Looking down, I saw Maka glancing up, and she was weak. She was sacrificing herself for me.

I reached for a pint of blood 465ml and lifted her by the head, dripping it into her mouth. Maka's eyes opened up she started to regain her strength. The stones lit up like a disco ball.

After emptying the pint, security came rushing through the hallway. When entering the room, there were stains of blood left in the empty room.

The sound of silence is louder than those paying attention to what brings music to their ears.

We made it home, and the house was dark. Maria usually left the lights on. We found it odd when opening the door.

The house looked like it was broken into. Tables have tilted, the portraits and paintings on the wall, except for one painting, the one of the boy who got missing and found and killed.

Maka, who wore black leather pants with a black gathered sleeve lace-up backless curved bustier crop blouse, ran through the house with her hair in a bun, "Maria? Where are you?"

There was no response. I instantly got the smell of the cologne. Jiang's father had been here. The cold breeze blew through the door into the house as the curtains swiftly danced to the breeze.

I could smell the fear of these pathetic cowards. I looked up and saw Maria hanging from the staircase. These assholes killed her.

The red stone glowed.

I felt anger boiling within me. My eyes changed from red to green, then yellow, and the smell of blood, the fear of humans when evil visits them, there is no escaping.

I was ready to be what they turned me into. I jumped up to the top of the staircase and pulled her up, loosening the rope off her neck. As a mist of her final breath vaporized, my yellow eyes glowed as I let out my fangs.

I was now an alpha hybrid going after the evil who had done this to Maria.