“Get your hand away from me!” John growled. In all honesty, it was too tempting to have anything full of blood too close to his face. He needed to eat something before he ate someone and he wasn’t really into that; at least not anymore. He scurried away further into a corner before curling up and shivering, his face growing paler by the second.

“You heard them boys, go do your job why don’t you?” She snapped.

John watched through folded arms as the girl, Raven was her name, pulled a section of the wall out and folded it into a table. One guard came in with a mop and rag and started to clean up the vomit that lay on the floor; a steaming pile of odd coloured liquid.

[i]‘How easy it would be…he’s not even looking…bite him. DO IT!’[/i]

John shook his head, instantly regretting the decision of doing so. He watched the guard move his arm back and forth, back and forth, forcing himself to focus only on that.

[i]‘Bitehimbitehimbitehimbitehimbitehim…’[/i]

“No…I won’t…I won’t….No…” John said quietly to himself. He buried himself in his arms more, hiding his face from everyone else.

[i]‘BITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIM!’[/i]

“I’m not a vampire…I don’t do that!” John hissed at himself quietly again.

[i]‘DO IT YOU PARASITE!’[/i]

John went to lash out at the guard only to discover that he was gone. How long had he been zoned out like this? Another man had entered the room, still younger than him, and saw that he had been shackled.

[i]‘Jeez. What can he do?’[/i]

Chairs had been pulled out and now food was being brought in by two guards. Massive platters of food: chicken, vegetables, fruit, red meat, it was all incredibly healthy; which John didn’t mind.

‘Where’s the good stuff!?’

“There’s plenty more where that came from, eat as much as you need.” Raven said, picking up an apple and taking a large bite out of it.
The two guards paused at the door.

“Hey…uhhh…don’t you have something for that one?” One of them said, motioning towards John.

“Oh. Yeah. That freak is definitely that: a freak. Guy drinks blood just like a vampire.” The other said, reaching for something out in the hall.

“Hey. Do you think if we brought him out in the sunlight he’d sparkle?” One laughed.

The other laughed as well, but quickly quieted down as he approached John. He had a small cardboard box in his hand and cautiously walked towards John. He popped the top of it open and showed John the contents.

John’s eyes went wide.

Two bags of blood. Two pints of red, delicious goodness.

“Don’t get too excited, Edward. We’ve gotta keep your strength up if we want you to perform.” He said with a grin, placing the box down on the ground.

John looked up, and then lurched forward quickly, startling the guard.

The guard stumbled and drew a long stick like device, the end crackled to life. John grinned menacingly.

“You go first.” He said. “I promise.”

The guard scrambled backwards, sheathing the stick and half running, half tripping out the door. The guard at the door looked at John and stifled a smile before walking away.

John tore into the first blood bag and greedily started to devour the contents. The blood was cold, which was depressing, warm blood was always so refreshing. He felt a stream miss his lips and cascade down his chin, no doubt falling onto his shirt. He instantly started to feel better; his strength returning, his body recovering from the horrible things he’d been subjected to. He sucked the last bit of scarlet liquid out of the bag and tossed it aside. He sighed out loud.

“That was refreshing.” He said with a smile, laying down on his back and staring at the white ceiling. He had learned a while ago to pace himself while he drank, even if he was starving. Nothing was worse than iron poisoning and he’d come close a few times too many. He placed his hands palms down on the floor behind him and rolled backwards, kicking his legs up and forward, and spring-boarded up off the floor. He grabbed his blood bag and popped the top off, sucking on it like some kind of demented juice box.

He pulled a chair out and sat down, grabbing a peach and rolling it over in his hand. The broken down man who first entered the room was gone, now only a powerful, confident man stood in his place. He took a bite out of the peach and swallowed, taking another sip off his bag.

“They call me ‘Sanguine’. It’s stupid. But it sounds better than John. So what’s the plan? When do we leave?”