Intoxication and poison

I lay there for minutes without being able to lift a finger. I felt my body trembling, felt the weight of the young woman on me and yet it felt as if I were somewhere else, as if I was looking at this pathetic figure buried there under a stranger from a great distance.
Finally, after an eternity, I rolled the girl off of me with great effort. Air escaped softly through her half-open mouth, making a noise that sounded a little like an exhalation. Still, I didn't think she was still alive. The entire time she had been lying on my upper body, nothing had moved on her. Also no belly that rose and fell.
I sat up carefully and was promptly rewarded with severe nausea, which reminded me that I had lost some blood after all.Pull yourself together, you can't just puke up her corpse, I thought grimly, while I sat next to her and choked dry.It seemed to take forever for the nausea to subside, but he graciously did it. All that remained was a bitter taste and a certain dryness in the mouth. The tremors also slowly subsided, although I was freezing, even though it was summer outside and my air conditioning was never set particularly high.
I took the time to take a closer look at the motionless figure that was now lying on its back next to me. A girl of about sixteen with snow-white skin, jet black hair and lips red from my blood. If her hair hadn't been streaked with neon strands, she could have starred in every performance of Snow White, provided she parted ways with her run-of-the-mill punk outfit. Her face had twisted into a startled grimace and then froze like a still image from a horror movie. The dark eyes, still wide open, were blank, dull and squinted as if they already knew that they were no longer needed anyway and could do whatever they wanted.Teeth covered with red streaks peeked out from between the slightly parted lips. It didn't surprise me that the canines were unusually long and pointed. I reflexively grabbed my neck. Where I suspected the bite was nothing. My throat was completely intact.
"What...?" I whispered to myself, maybe just to find out if I could speak at all, given the big lump in my throat. My thoughts were racing. Why did she perish when I hadn't been able to harm her? What was she anyway? A demon? A vampire? And what was I as a result? Oh, and by the way ... You have sweet blood, but it's poisonous,[/i]it cut my mind. I shook my head slightly. "A dream," I muttered. "You dreamed. This is real, okay, but that before was a dream. Nothing more." Basically, I knew better. Just as I knew it was pointless to feel the girl's pulse.I did it anyway, with the expected result. I didn't like being a doctor, but as far as I was concerned, she was dead. Still, I wanted confirmation, and I also knew where to get it from.
When I put my feet on the laminate floor, I felt like I was putting them on cotton wool, but to my great relief, I was able to get up without further ado. I staggered into the living room, from which both mine and Rick's door branched off, and knocked on his. "Rick," I croaked in a tired voice. "Wake up, I've got a little problem here." What a gross understatement, my mind sneered while I listened to something going on behind the door. In fact, I heard two bare feet on a slippery surface, followed by a loud rumble and soft swearing. Had I ever heard my reserved, always polite roommate swear before? If so, I couldn't remember it.Maybe he'll finally get normal, I thought, a little puzzled that I could actually deal with such thoughts while a corpse was sleeping in my bed.The door opened a crack and a rather sleepy fifteen-year-old looked at me. "What is it?" he asked hesitantly.
"I have next door ..." I got no further. The nausea came back and with it a penetrating blackness that settled over everything around me. The last thing I noticed of the outside world was my head hitting the ground.

"You scared me," Rick informed me in a concerned tone as he woke up on the sofa. “I thought I was alone again.” I sorted my memories and was amazed to find that there was no longer any sign of nausea and tremors. My head didn't hurt either, although I was one hundred percent sure that it hit me somewhere. Was it just dreaming after all? "I'm sorry," I replied meekly, but also a little relieved. I had drunk quite a bit the night before. I probably fell asleep on the sofa and ... "It's okay.The main thing is that you are okay now. But we have to do something about the girl. "
And there it was again, my beloved reality. "Please tell me that I just picked up some chick and she banished me to my own sofa because I forgot her name," I begged, but my roommate shook his head resolutely as the concern literally written on his face was standing. "I have ..." he started shyly. "Took your head in order and gave you something for your circulation. That is probably enough. She shouldn't have drunk too much." I sat up jerkily, which he obviously misinterpreted. "E-I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to just go to your room, but you said" next door "and there-"
"It's okay, I'm not mad at you," I interrupted before he could talk himself further into his uncertainty. My tone sounded harsher than I wanted, but he didn't respond."I wanted to show it to you anyway," I followed up quickly. “And thanks for the head.” He just nodded and smiled slightly. It wasn't the first time that I was used as a guinea pig for his healing spells and was damn happy about it.
We sat quietly, he on the low coffee table, I on the sofa, neither of us quite sure what to do. "What is she anyway?" I finally broke the silence when it got oppressive.
"I'm not sure. Ronga is ... I mean ... I didn't have much natural history."
Ronga was no longer alive. He had died with Lavande. Both had wished for something centuries ago, and the fulfillment of their desires, or rather the Eye of Orion that they tried to grant them, had unnaturally prolonged their lives. In Ronga's case it had been a desire for infinite wisdom that could only come close to being achieved by someone who lived forever, but he had made an oath of allegiance to Lavande and when she died he went with her.He had been Rick's teacher and it was only after his death that I realized that he had probably also replaced the orphan's father, because the sadness had hovered over the teenager like a dark cloud for weeks. Though I hated Lavande from the bottom of my heart, I sometimes regretted killing her when situations like this occurred.
I tried to get an encouraging smile on the features I hadn't made for it, and I hurried to get up. I was still a little drowsy, but it was limited. So I went to my room, where Rick followed me. The girl was still on my bed, but Rick had her eyes and mouth closed. A respectful gesture that I wouldn't even have thought of. A sultry wind blew through the still open window that she had apparently used to come in, carrying the smell of the city in and the slowly oppressive smell emanating from the corpse. It was getting dark outside and I noticed that Rick was watching the sunrise with a strangely interested expression on his face.To my questioning look he replied: "I was hoping that she might disintegrate if she's a vampire. That's why I left it open." He kneaded his hands nervously. "But mostly the stories that are told about ... well ... people like us are wrong."
People like us, he said, and basically he was right, but it still felt scary to me now that he was so frank that something about us was as little normal as about her. At least if you equate "normal" with "not magical". "You mean we won't get any further with garlic and crucifix," I finally said. He nodded. "We can't bury them either," he added. “We don't have a car to transport them.” Inwardly I cursed the fact that I only had one motorcycle down in the underground car park. Rick was absolutely right.
The sun kept rising and something else occurred to me boiling hot. "How much do you mean, how much is there in the vampire stories in relation to ... uh ..." I stopped my hand, which was already halfway to my neck."Oh that," he said thoughtfully, stepping from foot to foot as if suddenly going to the bathroom. "You're immune to more sophisticated bloodsuckers. That's why she's ..." He didn't dare say the obvious. "I can't tell demons from vampires ... Or from any of these other beings," he continued. "But I know that dragon's blood is poisonous to all of these species. In small amounts it acts like an intoxicant, but if you drink too much. .. something like that happens. "
Seems[i]as if someone else knows. I decided not to tell him about my dream. Bad enough my blood killed the girl. What would Rick say that I sort of anticipated it? "So I have her on my conscience," I said in an effortlessly neutral tone. I felt guilty even though it was she who wanted to kill me.
Rick's head was flying back and forth. "No, she's on her own conscience," he hastily assured me."They can smell dragon blood and they usually steer clear of it unless ... well, unless they want the high."
Something about that statement struck me as strange. It seemed to contradict my memory of the nightly visit, but I couldn't tell how. So I left it at that, not least because it calmed me down a bit and eased my guilty feelings. After all, it meant that she hadn't been able to control herself and had therefore died.
“So what do we do with her?” I wondered aloud. I didn't mean to ask Rick directly. I was embarrassed enough to have to rely on the help of someone years younger than me. Of course, he already had an idea. However, I will heal my gratitude for this fact for myself.
"Well, we have a spell," he began, shyly pointing at himself, then pointing in my direction, "and someone who can spit fire."
I thought of my last couple of experiences related to my fire."Oh no-no-no-no-no," I replied, waving my hands defensively. "I'll give you a lighter, but I'll be careful not to