The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 13
Who: Zach [Narrative]
When: Saturday, February 24, 2007
Where: Zach's dorm room.
What: Zach's reaction after his fight with Adrienne.

A broken lamp laid on the floor, shards of glass glistening ominously upon the carpet like little prickling daggers imploring for blood.

Zach felt betrayed.

For a few moments, he had been frighteningly calm. He rose from his chair and pushed it under the desk, turned off the monitor of his computer, and walked a few steps towards no direction in particular. Thoughts swarmed behind his eyes, making it impossible for him to concentrate. Blinking, he stared forward at the dark red comforter on his mattress, the red pillows at the headboard, the bright red sweater thrown over the bedside table on the other side of his bed.

Suddenly, he had kicked at his bed as his teeth gritted for the hit. His arm had swung out to the side, knocking over the lamp. It clattered to the floor, the lampshade careening off and the bulb popping loudly with a head-first impact onto the floor. His foot collided with the object, sending it rolling across the room. The sneaker prevented the porcelain body from breaking. Had he been wearing any of his boots at the time, it would’ve smashed the object like a fragile vase.

Every being of his body craved destruction because of the anger coursing through his veins. Was this what wrath felt like? Zach wanted to find Rafe and drive a stake through his heart. Something. Anything. He couldn’t understand why Adrienne would let him bite her. His heart swelled, threatening to burst in his chest. That was deeply personal. Letting someone bite you? It was like letting someone kiss you. Letting someone slid a hand under your shirt. It was an intrusion to your body, and she let him do it . . .

Oh, what happened with Katrina was different. It was different. It happened before he met Adrienne. Zach hadn’t believed in vampires. He hadn’t known they existed. He had thought Katrina was fucking with him, messing with his mind. Who walked around saying they were a vampire? Vampires hadn’t existed to him those days. Asking Katrina to bite him had been trying to call her bluff, not asking her to bite him. He didn’t know Katrina would actually bite him, and he sure as hell didn’t expect her to drink his blood. Terrified. Afraid. I am going to die. That’s what he thought. That’s how he felt.

Adrienne knew better. She was a werewolf! She came to this school long before him. She knew about vampires, knew damn well they were real. She asked Rafe to bite her, knowing his teeth would pierce her skin, knowing he would taste her blood — knowing he would drink it up like it was honey. Oh, Adrienne knew . . . and yet she wanted to satisfy her curiosity. What curiosity? Here, bite me, it’ll be fun. Zach gritted his teeth and growled behind them. Anger, anger, anger. All he felt. All he could feel towards the situation at hand.

He read his own personal connotations into the act. It was so personal, so intimate. Adrienne didn’t view it that way? She just thought it’d be neat to let someone bite on her? Zach couldn’t figure it out. His head throbbed with a headache, signaling he’d had enough of thinking about it. His stomach churned in response as he remembered that night with Katrina, how sick it had made him feel to be drained of blood. Sickness arose in him now just thinking about it. No more. No more thinking about it, but his thoughts wouldn’t listen to his pleas. Filling his head, they worsened the headache pounding inside of his skull.

The room had suffered the brunt force of his anger. If he stayed in here any longer, he’d break more things. Zach needed to go out for a walk. He needed to calm down. After taking a few deep breaths, he gripped the sides of his head with his hands. Shower. He should shower and get dressed for tonight. The party at the dual club called ‘Heaven and Hell’ was tonight. Katrina. He was going with Katrina to Hell.

Maybe that was just what he needed.