Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

"Uhm... Josiah?" He looked my way. "Hmm?" "Can I go to the kitchen? I'm thirsty." He nodded and smiled. "Sure." I smiled back. I was really thirsty, so I quickly walked to the kitchen and opened their fridge. The cold water inside the pitcher was calling me, and I instantly grabbed it and poured a glass and drank it in three gulps. The cold sensation of the water travelling from my tongue down to my throat was giving me a sense of relief. "Jillian?"

I make no move to acknowledge him or his offerings. Even when he speaks to me, I stand resolute and stubborn. “Are you hungry?” I hear what sounds like a metal tray being placed on the ground. “At the very least, you have got to be thirsty. I brought a couple of bottles of water.” Water sounds amazing, just the thought of it making my mouth salivate. I am so thirsty that my tongue feels like it is sticking to the roof of my mouth and my throat feels like sandpaper when I swallow. My head is stuffy and aching both from the dank dampness of my surroundings and from all the crying that I have done. I know that drinking that water would make me feel better but I can not do it. It is like this is

“The blood I had for the past few days were not even nutritious.” Sebastian has been considerate on Maridelle's thirst for blood. He was successful on making her fangs out; it was easy as walk in the park. However, the problem is she seemed to thirst for more everytime she consumes. She can literally empty every blood vessels within few minutes. Sebastian bet it still needs a longer time for her to control her thirst. He couldn't blame her; she's new to this. “Fine, let's go.” The two of them proceeded to find another victim to satisfy their thirst. Lachlan who can't endure thinking that she will again, kill had followed them.

“I didn’t mean to – I was just thirsty. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I swear, I didn’t see anything!” A cruel smirk settled on his lips. “Thirsty?” he echoed leaning in so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Oh, little sister, you have no idea what thirst truly is.” His hand moved from the wall, his fingers grazing my throat, forcing out the air in my windpipe. My eyes burned with tears and my whole body started trembling. All I could think of at that moment was: Who’s blood was splattered on his suit? Was he going to kill me too?

Without it, I feared I'd dissolve completely into the hollow shell I was becoming. Today, as I was almost close to the college gate, my throat burned with thirst. It was something I had noticed earlier, but was hoping I could endure it until I get home. But suddenly, it was unbearable. My throat was completely parched. Tracing my way back to the school cafeteria, I hesitated at the entrance – I'd been avoiding public spaces, dreading the pitiful looks from pack members who'd heard about my "training accident." But thirst won out over anxiety, and I stepped inside. I quickly ordered something cold, something I could focus on while I sat for a while.

 From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate. -socrates THE SAME NIGHT The low howling of the flesh eating predatory creatures of the dark can be clearly heard from where she lay on yet another murky mattresses. It was an irony indeed that from the ill-fated night two moons ago when she had crossed path with that so called prince for the first time. She had been reduced into but a common maid. Had eaten nothing but stale distasteful cookery, eversince. Sometimes boiled rice with wild beans and now dried chapattis with nothing but chopped onions to pass the days...........and at nights waited her an old flattened mattress, reminding of more unfortunate times when there was nothing

If Lily thought a few glimpses of her delectable form were enough to satiate the all-consuming lust she had unleashed, she was sorely mistaken. No, this was merely the inception of our starvation. We had developed an undying thirst, a carnal ache to consume her very essence until we had thoroughly ruined her for any other man. Lily's luscious body was a feast we intended to gorge ourselves on until we were sated. And based on the dark promise flickering in Hunter's eyes, neither of us had any intention of depriving ourselves much longer. I poured two generous glasses of rich cabernet, the dark liquid sloshing invitingly. Hunter joined me, our shoulders brushing as we stood shoulder to should

The Vitalis Master still ignored him, but produced an impatient huff he did. “You feel cold, Amanda,” he pointed out. Much to the alarm in her eyes, Amanda then felt another hand grab her right arm. “Let her go. I’ll warm her up if she feels cold,” she heard Matteo say. This time, Cord glared at the man, showing the same amount of anger his competition was showing. “Are you a walking kettle, Mr. Threvelli? A heater perhaps? I think not. So fuck off,” was his blunt remark. Speedily, he pulled Amanda by the waist and turned heels. “Come with me.”

He smiled and her stomach churned as tears burned her vision. "Let me go," she said, trying to loosen his hold on her neck. The thirst was increasing with each passing second as she stared at the glass of blood with dilated pupils. "Give in, Evelyn. Drink it." Simon urged the glass forward and with a scream, she pushed his hand away as some of the blood splattered on his hand, the glass crashed on the floor and there was a lot of blood. She gulped, trying to wet her parched throat but it was as if the thirst had only increased.

So, he had shot the ball at me on purpose, I swallowed dry spit as I nodded before going back to where I was sitting and didn't dare try to sleep again "Water" he ordered and I hurriedly took a bottle of water to him and watched as he gulped down the water, I wished the water was passing through my throat right now, my throat felt patched and dried, I am so thirsty that I am beginning to feel that there's no more spit in my mouth, "C...c...can I have a little please, I am so thirsty" I begged, hoping for a bit of mercy from him,