Starving

Tiffany Fairchild was about to have a panic attack. After texting Isaac and receiving no response other than that things were not okay, she couldn't stop picturing him in horrible self-inflicted scenarios. Every image that passed through her mind pushed her legs harder that she could get there just a little bit faster. All she could hear was her heartbeat in her ears drowning out the sound of her ragged breaths of air and the slap of her shoes on the floors of the dormitory hallways.

She couldn't bear to think of what might happen if she were even a second too late. If only she was faster, if only she hadn't waited so long to find him. . .

It had taken her nearly half an hour to get here to the dorms. Half an hour of no texts. No check ups. Her fingers shook too much to send legible texts. Her eyes watered too much to see if he'd responded. At first, she had no idea where he could be--vampires could be anywhere at midnight. It was only after she wracked her brain and remembered her vision from all those weeks ago that she finally got an idea of where he might have been.

Tiffany skidded to a stop in front of Isaac's dorm room door. She curled her fingers into her palm and started knocking.

"Isaac? Isaac, are you in there?" she called, out of breath and her voice shaking.

His voice sent a shudder of relief through her, but she couldn't just leave now. What if he was still in danger? What if the vision...? Tiffany's muffled voice traveled through the door. "Is it above the lock or below the lock...? Wait..."

After contemplating how to kick the door down, Tiffany reached down and just...turned the door knob and opened the door. She stepped in, her eyes searching the dorm while she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was still beating hard from her panicking and sprinting and there was no way it was going to slow down now.

"Isaac!" She gasped, letting go of the door knob and rushing towards the figure shaking on the ground. Her steps faltered the moment she started feeling his aura take effect, the strange attraction buzzing through her mind and body but holy hell he looked horrible, now was not the time. "Isaac, oh my God! What's wrong?"

Tiffany stumbled back when he reacted quite aggressively, his red eyes making her own blue ones go wide. She felt her heart squeeze with fright in her chest. Then she stopped and gave him an 'are you serious?' look. "Did you just hiss at me?" she asked incredulously. "Oh my God--nevermind!"

The moment she was within range of Isaac, her reverse empathy made a connection.


Not that he needed it to decipher her emotions; her distress was written all over her face.

"I can't just leave you here like this--Isaac, you have to feed!" She threw herself down on her knees and reached out to set a hand on his bare shoulder.

Tiffany could barely see him through all the visions that assaulted her, her own eyes glowing gold every minute. Gold to blue, blue back to gold--she was in so much distress that her clairvoyance was going crazy. She shifted closer and set her other hand on his other shoulder, desperate now and about to cry.

"Isaac," she whispered, not trusting her voice enough to stay steady if she spoke any louder. She withdrew one hand to draw back her hair from her neck, her fingers getting caught in the windswept tangles and tugging painfully at her scalp. Her golden eyes watered. "Please, please feed from me. I can't bear to see you like this."

Tiffany felt her breath leave her when Isaac's fangs sank into her neck and his fingers into her shoulders. She sat as still as she could, relief flooding her, though it didn't wash away her worry for him. Her head started to feel light, and it was at that moment that he withdrew. His retreat squeezed the hand around her heart tighter. His still-red eyes made her want to cry--his look of fear actually did make her cry.

"Isaac..."

She was not satisfied.

Tears streamed down her face as she stared back at him. Tiffany stole into Isaac's future again, just to see, just to make sure he was going to be okay. Her eyes glew a bright, blinding gold, and then Tiffany slumped to the floor, out like a light.