Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

PAST. SETH POV. I woke up in agony and I knew I was different. I also felt thirsty, very thirsty. My throat was parched as the desert sand and It felt as if I was going to die if I didn't get a drink soon. I was also sure it was not for water.

A mixed reaction of laughter, tears, and goosebumps. "Please give me some water. I am thirsty." I demand, but he disappears without saying a word. Knowing that the desperado will never grant my wish, I rely on my saliva to quench my thirst in the absence of water. The guys look so weak that I feel compelled to help out, even though I don't know how.

he explained gently. Caleb reached for my hand and squeezed. “Don’t worry, Babe. “It might just be stress. Just rest for now, okay? Do you need water?” I sighed weakly. “Yes, please,” I replied hoarsely, my throat parched and dry. As Caleb rose to fetch water, I tried to sit up. Strangely, I felt better, just thirsty and a bit weak. Caleb returned with a cup of water. I took a grateful sip, feeling it soothe my parched throat.

Meanwhile, Noah tended to Caleb, and I had the joy of dealing with my best friend, the ever-sleepy Avery Carter, renowned for her ability to snooze more than anyone else. I abstain from using any disparaging terms right away since I know they won't work; they never do. Instead, I prepare my hands for the task at hand. Just as I'm about to assist her in expelling the remaining alcohol from her system, Avery suddenly rolls over and starts muttering incoherent phrases. "Well, of course, Channing Tatum, I'll make sweet love to you," she declares, and the rest of us exchange glances, suppressing silent laughter. "But perhaps we should consult Jensen Ackles about a potential threesome. After all,

I asked surprisingly "yes, I gave it that name because that poison has the potential to kill you in five minutes and it's a silent killer because the victim wouldn't know what's happening to them. It makes the victim thirsty and judging from the amount of alcohol we found in his dead system, he must have consumed more alcohol to suppress his thirst level" he explained further "that's insane, why would anyone drink alcohol instead of water when he or she is thirsty?" my husband asked "I still can't figure out how he got that much alcoholic drink in his system, but that's what killed him anyway, so his killer would be the person who served him the drink," Marcus said

Finding no-one, I softly whispered," Staying there is dangerous. If you don't mind, can you come inside?" " That's what I was fucking waiting for," he chuckles and jumps off the branch, holding on my balcony's railing bars. And I didn't even notice when he climbed up and stood just close to me. Supporting his left arm on shoulder, he walked inside and I immediately closed the balcony's door. The sight of his wounded arm made me feel thirsty. I know what's going on with me, aunty Veronica said that I've genetics of vampire in my werewolf body which is why I feel thirsty at the sight of blood.

My throat felt dry, and after everything Sebastian had just revealed, I needed something to ground me. I opened the fridge, grabbed a chilled bottle of water, and unscrewed the cap, taking a long sip. The cold liquid felt like a balm against the chaos swirling in my mind. I turned to Sebastian, holding the bottle up. “You thirsty?” He nodded, leaning against the counter. “Yeah, I could use some.”

I knew I had been struggling to manage my thirst, and it was only a matter of time before I lost control. "What can I do?" I asked, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. Lucas's eyes locked on mine, and he took a deep breath. "We can work on finding you a steady supply of blood," he said. "And I can help you learn to control your thirst." I nodded, feeling a sense of hope rise up. Maybe, just maybe, I could learn to manage my thirst and live a relatively normal life. As we stood there, Lucas's eyes never leaving mine, I felt a sense of gratitude towards him. He was willing to help me, to support me, and I knew I could count on him.

"When you mount humans, do they become wet for you?" Wilson snorted dismissively. "Those creatures? Only if you put in the effort to arouse them. I never bothered. They remain as dry as a land cursed with famine." Daemon had never bothered to 'arouse her' either, and she certainly didn't harbor any affection for him. So, where did all that moisture come from? "Do you experience thirst as well?" Daemon questioned again. "Thirst?" Wilson raised an eyebrow. “You mean for their blood? Are you referring to bloodlust? No, I haven't experienced it. I only indulge in their blood for amusement, or I wish to drain them to death. Why do you ask all this?"

Giggles and exciting whispers floated around making me suspicious for a second especially when I felt a different kind of heat swelling in my belly. “Bring the feast now and let us enjoy and be fertile all year ‘round!” They rejoiced and the celebration began while I kept on fidgeting in the corner wondering why I’m beginning to feel extra thirsty. “Water,” I commanded and Genevieve hurriedly gave me one. “More water!” I ordered and she ran back to fetch one again. But even when I filled my stomach with tons of water, I’m still sweating heavily realizing that this is already a different kind of thirst.