In previous years, the transition from summer to autumn had been something Nimueh had relished in. Where glorious greens had ruled, blots of amber began to overthrow the flourish that came with seasonal heat, and even though she knew that nature rusted and wilted deeper into the year, the golden glow of October always felt like some kind of heaven. Her period of pessimism came with the starkness of winter, where bare trees offered nothing but scratches and flora and fauna bowed beneath the soil, away from the cold. These months gave pittance anyway, but said pittance crept it’s way through autumn too, and hence, the Earth gave her no joy within the corner of the year where she had always found plenty.
In the macabre state that she greeted most days with, she fled from the library with an urgency to nestle in the safety of her home. Attending her work had not been such an easy thing to keep up, but on the days she went, she was thankful for the interruption to her ever melancholy existence.
Had these dreadful affairs happened in spring time, at least she could have found solace within a thriving forest, but alas, to concrete she was bound.
On her journey home her eyes stayed fixed to the path ahead, save for a few hopeful glances that searched for the criminalised boy who’s fist gripped a portion of her heart. She did not see him, as was the norm, but instead, another man. Hesitation nipped at her heels, but her feet carried her toward him without asking permission. She wasn’t sure if she’d seen him before, but instantly, she felt compelled to see him closer. There was something off with him, and the nurture that she often felt rose, urging her to speak to him, to ensure his well-being. As soon as she reached him, he dismissed her. She felt a stab of disappointment but fear overshadowed it, telling her that she shouldn’t argue his request. She listened to the internal warning, and leaned against a wall, ankles crossed and head bowed.
He could smell her blood type from a mile away and if he wasn’t right next to the blood bank Beau may have very well lost it in a haze. A faerie. She smelled sweet, like a mix of fresh fruit and spring flowers at the height of their season. He could smell her soul and sense her fear. His posture stiffened at her movements and he held up his hand, giving her a curt nod. “Shit, okay. Wait inside if you want. I’ll be back in a bit” he managed to choke out before he swiftly darted into the blood bank with no idea if the girl chose to follow or not.
His fists were clenched at his side when he’d entered the building, his nails digging into his skin. As soon as he was spotted he was taken into a room. “Type A” he barked at the nurse, barley holding it together. His teeth gnawing into his cheek in an attempt to keep him distracted long enough. “Fuck, Type A, B, O negative...I’m not picky here but can you speed this up” His stomach was churning like it was trying to consume itself to try and settle the insatiable hunger. As soon as the nurse had one of the blood bags close enough to him he ripped it from her grasp and violently tore into it. The bag bursting around his mouth sending his tastebuds into a feeding frenzy. Beau gripped onto the blood bag for dear life, inhaling every last drop he could latch into. Soon the bag was done and he tossed it to the side and yanked the second bag from the counter. The second bag was more manic than the first. He was aware the blood was all over his face but right now he didn’t care, he needed this like an addict. Revelling in the sensation of relief washing over him, Beau dropped the empty bag to the floor and let out a deep sigh when his eyes landed in the terrified nurse quivering in the corner.
He lit up a cigarette and took a long draw. Letting out that smoke was like breathing out the cloud that was lingering over him for the past few days. Beau left the room and pulled a handkerchief from his blazer pocket. He was normally so put together, so collected but he was a mess and looked like the storybook expectation of an upir vampire. Beau lifted the handkerchief to his face and began to wipe away the residue of blood that covered his features.
“What was it you wanted again?”
