The Donation

Steven could feel the blood drain from his body.  He tried to think back to high school biology, to remember the lesson on human anatomy.  They must have mentioned at some point how much blood the human body contained.  However much it was, Steven was sure he was approaching the totality of it.  How much of it did these vampires need? 

            He was beginning to doubt their claims that this would be used for those in need.  By the looks they were giving him and the sheer number of vials they were filling up, his blood seemed more likely to end up feeding some kind of vampiric, nocturnal, cabal.  This was all some sort of conspiracy, gleefully covered up by those in charge to keep our undead neighbors satisfied.

            Steven winced as he felt the needle resting in his arm, slowly draining the life force from him.  He could feel it easily now, as tiny metal insect that had burrowed into his skin and hatched it eggs.  This had been Susan’s fault.  She had brought him here under false pretenses; promising a quick turn around and the satisfaction of helping others.  Steven felt neither for the moment.  He could only look on Susan mournfully as she smiled at him, her mouth full of crackers and apple juice.  That was to be his reward too, they tell him, as if he is somehow supposed to be satisfied with a snack fit for a 4^th grade field trip.

            He watched as the troll of a nurse came to swap out another vial.  Apparently they needed more of his essence for their ghastly experiments.  She smiled a crooked; half slit, smile to him and told him he was almost done.  Steven knew the truth.  He would not leave here until he was an empty shell, devoid of all fluids and vital parts.  It would be his turn to choose what he and Susan would do next.  Whatever it was, he was going to make sure that no needles were involved.