Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

JESSICA’S POV The sun setting through the small holes of North Spire was not beautiful. It was a bloody screaming orange that made the stone walls bleed with fresh blood. I was sitting on the end of the cot, and my fingers were doing the chilled silver of the collar. Whenever I thought about Kai the metal throbbed and would hurt me with a sharp piercing pain, reminding me that I was disconnected. The Bond-Thirst had developed--a hollow, aching hunger in my marrow only to be appeased by the smell of an Alpha. It was missing, and I felt my skin was tight, my blood too thin.

“It is blood. And it is the only thing that will quench the thirst that consumes you. Drink, girl, or you will die.” His words were flat, unyielding. No compassion, just brutal fact. My gaze darted between the flask of dark liquid and Lysander’s unreadable face. Die. The word echoed in my mind. Die here, after everything? After surviving Kieran’s rage and Rhys’s betrayal? After running from everything I knew? The thirst was a living thing inside me now, a monster gnawing at my insides. It pulsed, a rhythmic agony. My head throbbed. Every instinct screamed no, but my body was screaming survive.

He was left in his undershirt, his arms bare against the cold. "You can look now." I managed to say and he turned. His face was careful, and controlled, making me feel at ease with him. "I'm thirsty." I managed to mutter, biting on the dried hamburger from the cold. He brought the vial forward. "Then, drink." I looked away from it. "I don't need this. I need water." But his hands were still stretched out. "Just drink it." I took it slowly and the liquid burned going down. But the pain in my stomach eased, and the thirst lessened. I felt the bleeding stopped.

He closed his eyes for a moment, this reality also took some getting used to. The girls calmed down and now sat next to their brother every now and then pushing him in the side. Kim tried to brush them off, but he didn't even try to get up. Vic easily jumped back onto the cliff and handed the flask to the children. Lana and Mila greedily pounced on the water. Hearing that they were taking away each other's flask, the teenager forced himself to tear himself away from the road and take a sitting position. - This is water? he croaked. - I'm dying of thirst.

"My father will kill you if you dare lay your filthy hands on me." She turned away, muttering under her breath. Talking made her throat hurt, and Dylan didn't look like he was ready to give her any water. Then a sound caught her attention. The swish of water. She turned in time to find him lift a small jar of water and drink from it. Her thirst suddenly intensified as she watched him. Dylan knew exactly what he was doing. He took a long drink from the jar and lowered it. Then he suddenly held it out to her.

Before I push on the shop door I turn to him, keeping my voice low needing him to understand the severity of what him finding me, might mean for Ben and Beth. “Two of them are werewolves, but they think I am completely human.” I push on the door, the bell ringing to announce our entry. I know exactly what I want…water. My cocktail days in the apartment block’s bar are long gone. I can’t even remember the last time I tasted alcohol. We need fresh bottles of water for our continued travels tomorrow as well as my own body experiencing a sudden thirst at the back of my throat. This is when alcohol would actually help. It would qualm my inner nerves from having Pierce with me.

Before he got sober. He poured the blood into the cup. Took a whiff of the delicious smell. He savored them, the scent, the taste, the nutrition the liquid would offer. He would not waste a single drop if he could help it, although he could live without it. He could go months, years even, in constant thirst. That would torture him, make him half-dying, like a fish on shore, but still…

Everyone at school believes I'm Cody Ferrer's ultimate lapdog. When he goes for his morning run, I bring him breakfast. When he plays basketball, I hand him water and wipe the sweat off his face. When he texts me "I'm hungry" in the middle of the night, I brave the freezing wind and cross three city blocks just to buy him a fresh serving of fries. The way my classmates look at me shifts from disdain to pity. "She willingly does all that and still doesn't get a title? The girl has got the patience of a saint." Everything changes when the campus sweetheart, Amber Belknap, prepares to confess her feelings to Cody. And suddenly, I'm an eyesore that needs to be removed. Taking advantage of

"Ah, I'm at my unit. Meet me at Starbucks." "Yay! Call me when you get there, Labyu girl!" She hung up the phone after saying that. I gripped my waist. I exhaled deeply and looked up before closing my eyes firmly. I feel like a piece of me has been stolen, and I don't know how to reclaim it. I could feel my throat getting dry, so I opened my eyes and headed into the kitchen while scratching my head to fetch some cool water to relieve my thirst. I could hear the sound of drinking water from my throat. I drink more than ten glasses, yet it does not satisfy my thirst. I cleaned my lips with the back of my palm before slamming the glass against the counter sink. I can't believe it didn't help.

The transition , the betrayal of breath, the panic of lungs realizing air is no longer a right. Long or brief , it does not matter. What matters is that she sees the cost of her indifference. That she understands, at last, that some hungers do not fade. They wait. I push the door open. The hallway closes around me. Behind me, the shadow seals itself shut. And thirst , my oldest companion, my truest one , begins to pound inside my chest, steady and violent, like a heart that has waited far too long to beat. Very soon, she will die. Slowly. Painfully. And knowing exactly why.