Henry's story-The adventures of Poppy McLain

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Sixteen year old Henry stared at the bright white walls in the large room he was sitting in.

It wasn't his fault that he was a vampire. That was what Ash told him. Ash used to talk about a lot of things with him when they were little. They had a connection. A mind connection. Henry didn’t know how or why, but he cherished every moment they spent talking to each other through their minds. It was the one good thing in Henry’s life.

Ash was the only friend he could talk to about his parents who hurt him, who hated him because he was not a witch, like them. He was just a boy and so was Ash. Ash trusted him enough to tell him about his missing older sister. They were going to find her together. That was what they promised each other.

But Henry’s parents took him to a strange, hidden place, where a man called “Van Death” in offensively bright colors had poisoned him with a syringe, filled with something that grew out two of his front teeth, made him into a monster, a vampire, a-

The door slid open. Ash walked in, his white lab coat grazing the padded floor. He walked in front of Henry and lifted up his sleeve, revealing his brown wrist, where past dark tooth marks still showed.

“Open your mouth.” Ash said softly.

Henry would not. Ash always drank some kind of poison that would make Henry too weak to run away, to say no. If he drank Ash’s blood, then he would be tired again.

Ash sighed.

“I know you don’t like it, but you have to do it. It’s no use starving yourself. Open your mouth. Don’t make me force you.”

Ash once promised him that they’d run away together. That they’d find Poppy together. That was her name. It was Poppy.

And Ash wasn’t even a human. He knew that the building they were in trapped and hurt monsters. He knew that the monsters were hunted. So why was he working there? Why was he harming Henry? Why…why…

Ash sat down on the ground, his violet eyes steady on Henry’s brown ones. They did not falter away, nor did they seem to blink. Which only meant one thing. He wanted Henry to look at his eyes, not his mouth. He was going to sing and Henry had to shut him up. He had to…he had to…but his eyes…they were beautiful…so beautiful…so glistening…so…so…

“Rest now

Crimson magic will save you

Sweet nectar of all that screams

Open those lips

And don’t deny

What will help you thrive

Bones weary and worn

Never falter away

The sour softness is here to stay”

Ash’s wrist was pressed close to Henry’s mouth, far too late for Henry to be aware. That was the song of the siren. It spoke to inner desires and made the listener weak to the melody. Ash’s blood was decadent and velvety, unlike anything he had ever eaten before as a human. Or maybe it was because he barely got to eat anything at all before he was forced to be a vampire.

One sip of Ash’s blood had Henry’s deepest, darkest subconscious wondering why he would say no in the first place, but when the white lights began to blur around the edges, his body began to remember.

His claws frantically gripped at the padded ground, grasped for Ash, who was getting up-slipping away-leaving him just like he always did.

I’m going to get you out of here one day. You just have to wait.

Henry’s eyelids grew heavy, too heavy to keep fully open. He could only see Ash as he began to close the door, smiling at Henry as he did so, like he was sorry, like he actually felt bad about it.

And some childish, wishful part of him still believed in Ash.