Bloodthirsty

Chapter 1

The first thing that came to my mind was my name. That seemed to be the ONLY thing that came to my mind, besides the fact that I felt cold and wet and sticky. Why did I feel so cold? So cold. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling my entire body shiver. I slowly rubbed my arms, feeling that they were bare. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I wore ripped and dirtied jeans, especially at the bottom. My feet were bare. I switched my eyes down, seeing that I was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, but nothing else.

What happened to me?

I groaned softly as I sat up fully. I had been leaning against the wall of...Jesus, I was in an alley way. A dirty, smelly and dark alley way. There was trash against the wall and a fire escape on the opposite wall, along with a fence at the back of it on the right.

Where am I?

I held a hand to my head, trying to remember anything about myself. I remembered one thing; my name. My name...my name was Raenna. That's it. No middle name, no last name, just a single name. I shivered and slowly stood up, wrapping my arms around myself. I was so cold. I slowly walked out into the open, coming out of the alley way. I wasn't surprised to see that it was snowing. That was probably why I felt so cold.

I could hear music coming from the houses along the street and people from within laughing. I heard...Christmas music. Was it Christmas? Christmas Eve? I slowly walked towards one of the houses, trying to avoid the snow as much as I could. I could barely feel my feet. I walked up the steps to the first house I came to and knocked on the door, hoping someone could tell me where I was. I heard voices from inside and the door opened, revealing a woman in her middle thirties. "Um...yes?" she asked me, obviously confused.

"C-can you help me? I-I don't know where I am." I asked her, still shivering.

"Sorry kid, I'm busy. Go back to the gutter where you came from." She said and promptly shut the door in my face. I heard the sound of her footsteps walking away.

I was shocked by the harshness of the woman. I looked down and ended up going to every house on the street, asking for someone to help me. But everytime, I would get a door shut in my face, telling me to go away. No one helped me. I walked down the street, my shoulders trembling as tears formed in my eyes. I hung my head a bit, not able to keep my tears back as they rolled down my cheeks. I shakily reached up and wiped at my eyes, opening them.

I was shocked to find my hand covered in a red liquid.

I wiped my face with the same hand and saw my hand become more covered with the red liquid. I hurried to the nearest store, looking at my reflection. My tears were a bright red and my eyes were the same color. A bright, almost glowing red. My short, red hair was messy and dirty, matted in some areas. My red hair didn't look natural, it looked dyed. Did I dye my hair at some point in my life? I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember anything. I didn't know where to go, what to do.

I felt lost.

I walked to the nearest bench and sat down on it, curling up as I sobbed softly. I was so cold, so cold. I shut my eyes as red-tinged tears streamed down my cheeks. I was there for a while, until I heard soft footsteps coming near me and stop right by me.

"Are you alright, dear?" a kind, female voice asked.

I opened my eyes and looked up, sniffling. An older woman in her 60's stood there, looking down at me with kind green eyes. She had dark brown, graying hair and wore a black, heavy coat over what looked like another jacket, jeans and winter boots.

"N-no..." I shook my head, sitting up a bit as I rubbed my eyes.

"It's mighty cold out, and you're not wearing much, sweetie." She said.

"I...I don't remember anything...nothing except my name." I said, looking up at her.

The older woman seemed to think for a long moment and then she reached out, taking my hand in hers. She pulled me up and led me to her truck, which was just about ten feet away. She opened the door and pulled out a thick, large and heavy blanket, then wrapped it around me. She helped me into the passenger side of the truck and closed the door, walking around to the other side. She got in and buckled up, turning the car on and then the heat.

"What's your name, dear?" The older woman looked at me.

"Raenna." I replied, knowing my first name for sure.

"You may call me Catherine." She smiled at me and drove off. She drove past the town, as I looked out the window. We went past stores and houses, heading just nearly out of town before Catherine drove into a slightly, snow-covered driveway. She pressed a button on the device right above her head and the garage door opened. She drove in and then put the garage door down, turning the car off. "Let's get you inside."

I nodded and got out of the car slowly, still keeping the blanket around me. She came to me once she got out and took my arm, helping me inside. It was warm and toasty, but at a comfortable range. "Let's get you washed up and some food into you. How's that sound?" she asked me with a gentle smile.

I gave a slow nod and she led me upstairs, where the bathroom was down the hallway and the first door on the right. She guided me into the bathroom and took the blanket off me, putting it in the large, wooden cabinet. She had me sit down on the toilet seat so I could undress and started up the water for the bath. I couldn't feel the heat generating from the hot water that I assumed Catherine was running for me. As soon as the tub was filled up with bubbly, steamy water, I shrugged off the rest of my clothes and slowly walked over, though shakily. I stepped into the water and was surprised when I didn't feel the warm water touching my skin. Maybe I was too cold to feel it at the moment.

"There we are." Catherine smiled gently, helping me sit down. "I'm going to get you a pair of clothes and I'll make up something for you to eat. You get warm and you can use whatever you'd like that's in the shower."

"Okay." I said softly, nodding.

Catherine kissed my forehead in a motherly way and left me alone in the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I washed up slowly, washing my face as well. My neck felt extremely sore for some reason. Maybe I had fallen on it wrong? I wasn't really sure myself. Hell, I wasn't sure of anything. No memories of anything except my name...I wasn't even sure if I had family. That thought scared the living hell out of me. Were they worried? Had they reported me missing? Were they looking for me? I looked to my dirtied clothes on the floor, realizing how dirty, torn and bloody they were.

What happened to me?

After washing up, I still felt cold. I had washed every part of myself, but I couldn't seem to get warm. Just as I was finishing washing my hair, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said.

The door opened and Catherine came in with a bundle of clothes in her hand. She smiled at me gently. "How are you feeling dear?"

"Okay, I suppose...I still feel cold." I told her, worry in my voice.

"You were out in the cold for god knows how long. You may be cold for a while, but we'll get you warmed up."

I nodded and within twenty minutes, I was dressed in a pair of grey sweats that were a bit big on me, a black long-sleeve shirt and thick socks. Afterwords, I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my reflection. My bright, red eyes seemed to glow almost and that made me worry. Was I born with it? I shook my head and Catherine took a brush and gently brushed my hair through. It was very short in the back, but I had bangs that swept over the right side of my face with smaller bangs caressing the left side of my face. I couldn't have been any older than twenty. My skin was pale, as pale as a corpse. But I didn't look sickly. Why was I so cold?

"Come on, dear. Let's get some food in your stomach." Catherine smiled and took my hand, leading me downstairs. She took me into the kitchen, which was just as big as her living room. The walls were a creamy color that felt warm and inviting, the floor was blue tile. There was two plates of spaghetti with meatballs on the table and a glass of red liquid, which I quickly assumed was juice. She pulled out the chair for me and had me sit down.

"Dig in." She smiled.

I picked up my fork and began eating slowly. I immediately got a decent mouthful of garlic, sauce and seasonings, which made me really like it. I devoured my plate within mere minutes, leaving me panting and wanting much more. I then looked at Catherine with embarrassment.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be rude...I...I was so hungry..." I spoke, my lip quivering.

"Ah, it's alright, dear." She smiled. "Would you like some more?"

"I-if that's alright..." I nodded.

Catherine got up and took my plate, putting some more spaghetti and meatballs on my plate for me. She put my plate down in front of me and I dug in, eating my entire second plate in ten minutes. After eating, I leaned back and rubbed my face clean with a paper towel. I was also very tired.

"Tired, dear?" Catherine asked me gently.

I nodded.

"You can take the bedroom upstairs and the third door on the left. Go on and sleep. I know you're tired."

I nodded and got up from my seat, then headed upstairs to the door where she told me to go. I opened it and switched the light on. The room was neat, a good decent size and had blue walls with tan carpet flooring. The bedroom was complete with a queen-sized bed, a dresser, closet and a large rug on the floor. I turned the light off again and went over to the window, looking out. The moonlight was coming in through the windows, making me see my reflection easily in the window.

I let out a soft sigh and went to the bed, pulling the covers back. I slipped underneath them and got comfortable before pulling the covers back over me. I really didn't know what to think of everything, except that I was lost.

Very lost.

I only hoped I could remember what happened to me.

I closed my eyes and settled down enough to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day for me.