Devils Roses 05 - Death

groin. I don’t even care. I could eat the face off of him, the way I'm kissing him. My hands are digging in, gripping and pulsing. My legs squeeze, my mouth caresses and sucks and my hand roam. I'm moaning and sucking and he's into it. He's pressing me into his erection, grinding me into him.
    Something about the kiss is satiating me. He's filling me up. The need and the craving are gone. I grab his hair and pull his face away from mine. I breathe right in his face. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I haven’t been feeling so well."
    He grins the crooked smile at me and presses his face into mine again. I moan into him and then push him away from me. I shake my head and climb out of his lap. Something isn’t right. Something is wrong with me.
    I'm almost running away. He stands and laughs, "Come back."
    I frown and shake my head. A piece of sand flies in my eye. I blink and try to get it out. I close my right eye and flutter my left eye. I need to find Shane. I wish I as home and then I am. I'm standing in my room. I gag from the horrid feeling in my belly. I grab my waste bin and heave the contents of my stomach into it. I drop to my knees gagging and coughing. I feel like death.
Taking deep breaths, I try to piece it all together. I look around the room at the sand and rocks on my carpet. How did I get home? Was any of it real?
    A knock at my bedroom door startles me.
    Gripping the bin, I prepare to explain to my mother that I don’t have the flu. Regardless of what she sees in the bin.
    Instead Giselle walks into my room. She looks awful, haunted.
    "Hey."
    She bites her lip, "I did it again." A single tear drizzles slowly down her cheek.
    "What?" I know what. I just want it to be something else.
    "I sucked someone else. He died."
    My stomach drops, "Who?"
    She shakes her head in a twitchy way, "I don’t know. He's not from here." She drops to her knees and looks at my carpet blankly. "You believe me?"
    "I did it to." I whisper.
    She looks at me, startled, "What?"
    I nod, feeling sick again, "I did it to Shane and some guy on the beach. The sucking thing. It filled me up. I wanted to do it." I whisper the words.
    Her hand comes to her mouth, "What happened? Is Shane…?"
    I shake my head, "No. I don’t think so. He kissed me and my hands started to suck. I thought it was the kiss, like you, but it was my hands. They were on fire. Just dragging something from him. I wanted to touch and suck and then he was gone. There were others. A girl with black hair and eyes and a dark haired guy." I stop. My memory must be mixed. I frown and argue with myself.
    "What?"
    "He had fangs. And then a blond guy touched me and we were at the secret beach."
    "Like, what kind of fangs?" She looks lost. I know I am.
    My brain will not make a picture beyond the one it seems to remember. I close my eyes and shake my head, "I don’t know. Like Dracula."
    "You saw him and then walked to the beach? That's weird."
    I glance up, "No. No I never walked. I don’t know. We just were there. Like how I'm here. I'm just here." I realize my right eye is aching from the sand in it. I look at the sand behind me, "See."
    She sits back on her knees and shakes her head, "Aimes, we got a problem."
    I feel like crying, "I know. We gotta get out of here. Before we hurt someone else."
    She sobs silently. I reach a hand for her. It feels natural even though we are not friends. I know we are not and yet I love her like a sister.
    "Can we just go now?"
    I squeeze and stand, leaving the puke bin and sand and walk out. "We can go now. But I want to make sure Shane is okay. I think I hurt him. Bad."
    "What about the blond?"
    I shake my head, "He was fine."
    She licks her lips, "We should find him. I'm starving and not for a burger and fries."
    We leave my house. I don’t say goodbye to my mom or my dad. I just walk out the front door again. Giselle and I hold hands, as if to protect ourselves from everything.
    "Do you think we're vampires too?" She asks after a while.
    "No. Maybe like a succubus. I've read about them. But how would we just become a mythical creature? What were we exposed to?"
    She shakes her head.
    "Let's go find Blake. He'll know."
    I drag her down the road. When it forks I turn, walking carefully as we approach his driveway. We round the corner of the house and open the door to the garage with the lock code. We slip through the garage into the hallway. We don't make any noise until, we reach the stairs to the