Tessa Artemia (Office Fantasy Series)

I close my office door behind me as I lean back against it for support. My breath is ragged and I feel feverish, my skin clammy. “Damn this accursed blood allergy.” I mutter with agitation. I can already feel a pulsating migraine brewing. I shake my head, my blonde locks fanning wilding with my movement. I push myself off the door and make my way to my desk. “Only a few more days, then I will get my blood rations for the month. They better not short change me again.” I say with a slight growl as I sit down and try to focus on work.

I’ve been working for about an hour and the clicking of my keyboard strokes are starting to grind my nerves. I raise my hand to rub my forehead, my migraine is now in full swing. I squint at my computer screen, its iridescent pixels almost blinding. I close my eyes and push away from my desk, the wheels on my office chair making an awful racket. “I need to get some water.” I say to myself as I try to stand from my chair. My high heel slips from under me and I tumble to the wood floor of my office, my chair slamming against my desk, causing my head to ring in pain. My breath is coming out in pants. I feel like I am suffocating, so I undo the first couple buttons on my blouse. Just then my office door swings open. I try to get a look at who it is, but my vision is blurry, they begin to come closer. They kneel beside me, their voice muffled by the deafening thud in my ears.

I suddenly lurch forward, grabbing them. My instincts kick in and I latch down on the nape of their neck. Their blood rushing into my mouth. I swallow eagerly. My headache begins to fade, the deafening thud dissipates. I can feel warmth and vibrancy returning to me. I suckle on their neck for a little longer before pulling away, my mouth stained crimson by their sweet essence. I let out a soft moan as I start to feel normal again.

Realization hits me, I just sucked a stranger’s blood. Panic begins to set in. “Shit!” I say as I quickly stand up and turn to grab my purse. I hurriedly rummaging through its contents fearing an allergic reaction. After a moment I find my epipen. I remove the cap and am ready to inject myself when I notice I’m not having an allergic reaction. “Wait…no way.” I can’t believe my luck I found someone who has an AB negative blood type.