Genre/Tropes: Paranormal Romance/ Vampire x Human
Voice: First Person Close
Context: Cree is called the Sin Eater; she relishes in the pain and grief of the ones she feeds on, but for the first time, she doesn’t want to feed on a person’s sin, and that’s because Sebastian’s blood doesn’t just taste like sin—it tastes like death.
Now I know why they call me the Sin Eater, and for the first time, I hate that name.
It makes me feel weak.
“Sebastian, I can’t do that. I’m sorry—”
“Yes, you can!” he screamed at me, falling to his knees and wheezing. His eyes were bloodshot and teary, and he clutched at his chest as if he wanted to rip his heart out.
His heartbeat had never been so loud… and scary.
“No, I can’t,” I stressed, struggling to keep my voice calm. In the heat of this moment, screaming won’t do any good. “Come on, let me take you to a hospital; they’ll know how to help you,” I said, tentatively walking close to him, but the second I put my hands on his trembling shoulder, he lashed out at me.
“No!” he screamed, looking up at me in horror. “Don’t you dare… don’t you dare take me there. They're gonna pump me with drugs until I can’t even remember my name…”
He wheezed, grabbing fistfuls of his head on both sides and breathing heavily. His face was red, and he was covered with sweat; it didn’t help that his heart was beating so loudly that I could hear the blood rushing through his veins in strong waves.
My hands began to tremble, and I suddenly felt very thirsty.
“No,” I muttered, turning away from him and clapping my hands over my ears as a burning sensation lined the walls of my throat. “Don’t do this to me, Sebastian, please—"
A loud crash filled the room, and I jumped around in fright. His fishbowl was on the floor in shards, and he picked the sharpest one with shaky hands, holding it to his wrist.
“Sebastian, no!”
It was too late.
He had cut his wrist.
The delicious metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils, and a ravaged hunger assaulted me as I stared at the thick, crimson liquid trickling down his forearm. Reflex took over my movements as I whizzed towards him, grabbing his wrist with trembling hands.