Blood Dripping Fingertips by Meghan Escott (read ebook pdf .txt) 📕

would ask him about it. Do you know anything about him?”
By this time I had finished getting ready and had come out of the bathroom to find Sam sat on my bed and looking at me. He shook his head and then gestured towards the door. I nodded then he escorted me to my first lesson of the day.
Combat was the same as the day before apart from the different topic of concentration. This time, I looked for the Josh that Angela was talking about. I found him right at the back of the class to my right. He had dark brown hair and dark green eyes. He was wearing the standard male uniform of black trousers or jeans and a black top or jumper. And Angela was right; he was staring straight at me when I turned around for the first time in the lesson.
After the lesson, I calmly walked out to find Sam outside waiting to escort me to my Elective hour. I had told him that morning that I wanted to do Performing Arts with Professor Strigiyo and he told me to pack tracksuit bottoms if I had them. I stuffed some into my bag and I was really nervous about doing dance and drama and music for the first time since primary school.
When we got there I saw Angela and went over to her. She wasn’t surprised to see me and she asked about Combat and Josh. I told her what I saw and she told me what she had done.
“I told him about you and I told him what room you were in. He asked some stuff about you and I told him what I knew. He seemed pretty interested in you!”
“Thanks for doing that for me. Now what the hell am I doing?!”
After dance was a break and I was dreading every break during that day and everyday because I knew what came when I had to enter the hall.
Just as I expected. As I entered the hall, Sam called me to one side and showed me into this square room. He locked the door so I couldn’t get out and held out his wrist. I noticed there weren’t any windows while I was exploring the room, looking at everything apart from Sam and his wrist. There was a cupboard which was closed and had a key in the lock. I started to walk towards the cupboard but Sam stopped me in my tracks.
“Are you still refusing blood from me?” I nodded my head in his direction and swerved around him to find out what was in the cupboard. I had my hand on the key to twist it before Sam yanked the door open and shoved me in. He locked the door behind him and we were thrown into complete darkness.
I got pushed into a wooden chair and straps were tied to my wrists and ankles to tie me to the chair. The instant I realised what was going on, I began to struggle and try and get free. The ropes were too strong for me to break through. I stopped trying to struggle when I knew this and the light flicked on.
Sam was standing with his back against the wall and he was puffed. I must have put up one hell of a fight because he had a bruise on his arm and his face was bleeding. He was panting and was evidently out of breath. He had put up a hell of a fight against me.
“Stop... struggling and... just drink... from me.” Sam said to me, breathing heavily and extending his wrist towards my mouth. I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head. Sam sighed and dropped his head and his wrist. “You really don’t give up do you?” He snarled at me. “You have to drink to survive here. If you do not drink my blood, you will die and I don’t want to lose you. I would rather kill then lose you.” After he said what he truly felt about me, he burst into tears and slopped into the corner behind me.
“Fine.”
“What?”
“I’ll stop struggling.”
“Seriously?!”
I couldn’t bring myself to say the word again so I just nodded my head towards him. He sprang up off the floor and wiped his tears from him eyes. He came over to me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and began untying the ropes that bound me to the chair. After I was unbound from the chair, Sam stood me up and led me from the room.
After we had left the room, he turned and locked the door behind him. He then he turned to face me. He then held up his hand and pressed his fingers up to his bleeding cheek. It stopped bleeding instantly and then he held his wrist out to me to bite. I didn’t want to but I had said I would and I had never broken my word to this day. I bit into his wrist and waited for the warm pleasure to fill me.
After many minutes of drinking, Sam pulled me off of him and healed his wrist. He then looked up to me and smiled. I didn’t smile back but he continued smiling. “Well done Lucy. I know you do not like drinking from me but that is the way it must be.” Sam said while unlocking the door and leading me out. The hustle and bustle of the hall engulfed me and Sam as we walked over to an empty table.
After a couple of minutes of awkward silence between us, Angela came over to join us. She whispered something to Sam and he nodded at her. I tried to get eye contact with him and give him a ‘What the hell’ face but I was tapped on the shoulder by the brown haired, green eyed Josh. He must have noticed me come out of that square room and come over.
“Hi Lucy.” Josh said awkwardly and I heard Angela snigger behind me. I turned to her and gave her a ‘Shut Up’ look, and she defiantly got it. I turned back to Josh to see that he was blushing; a slight red that clashed with his hair and his eyes. “Um, I was just wondering whether you had a date yet for the dance tonight. I know you’re new but I figured that Sam or Angela told you about it.” Josh said to me in a friendly voice. I could obviously see that this was his first time asking out a girl and I didn’t want to put him down at the first hurdle.
“No. I’m not going with anyone to the dance. Why would you like to know? “I said back to him a neutral voice so he could not tell what I was thinking. “Um, I was hoping if, um, you weren’t going, um, with anyone whether you, um, would come with me?” Josh said back to me with a nervous smile. “Sure. I would love to go to the dance with you.” I said to him. As I said it, his face lit up and his smile widened. This time when he spoke, he spoke enthusiastically. “I know you’ll have to you know, “pointing at his wrist and then a mimed a bite. “So I will come by your room in just enough time to get there and not be late.” I nodded my head and turned away from him as he was walking away back to his table.
“That was totally sweet! He’s really into you by the way. He told me earlier when I talked to him.” Angela said as soon as Josh was out of ear shot. I looked at Sam and he didn’t seem too happy but that was to be expected if the one you love goes off with another man.
Why does she have to be so beautiful? Why does she have to ignore me and the passion I have for her? Why does she never admit out loud that she loves me? She knows she loves me but she has never said it out loud. I am just going to have to sit back and take it. I’m going to have to stand and watch her tonight at the dance, dancing with Josh instead of me. Why won’t she just say it?
Anyone that ended up with you had to be beautiful and she does not ignore your passion, she just doesn’t appreciate and cherish it. She will say the words one day soon and you don’t have to come to the dance tonight if you can’t take it. She won’t say it because she hasn’t acknowledged it yet. Give her time and she will come through. Your just going to have to be patient Sam.
I have been waiting seventeen years for her to come to this school and to tell her that I love her. I don’t think I can wait any longer and even if I don’t come to the dance, I will be able to feel her pleasure and happiness through her blood. I have had her blood which lets me feel her feelings. Just help me get her to admit it Angel. Help me get through to her.
I will help you. I will do everything that I can to help you after everything that you did to help me.
I couldn’t believe it. They were having a conversation about me, in front of me but in their minds. They must have completely forgotten I am also telepathic.


Chapter Nine

You do know I can hear you guys yeah?
Both Sam and Angela turned to face me, their cheeks blushing. Angela started to fiddle with her watch and suddenly said that she needed to be going, leaving Sam and me on our own at the table. “How do you get to Spells and Witchcraft?” I said dryly to Sam and got up from the table. Sam got up and took stride just in front of me to lead me to where I needed to be.
When I got to Spells and Witchcraft class Sam didn’t look at me, he just looked down at his palms and started playing with his Turner bracelet. I looked down at my watch and realised that there was at least ten minutes until lesson started and I had loads of questions to ask Sam about the turning process.
“So how does that thing work then?” I asked in an interested voice. He glanced up to me and he looked at me confused. I glanced down to the bracelet and he looked down at it then back up at me. He shook his head and told me I didn’t want to know through his head. I could read that he didn’t want to talk to me after being discovered like that.
I wanted him to talk to me so I did one of the only things that I could to get him to talk. I looked around the hallway to check no-one was watching or