Haunted Hunter
E/O Drabble Challenge, word: tongue.
Tag to 8.09, "Citizen Fang"
Summary: Some say: people change. Some say: once a killer, always a killer. He doesn't know what to believe anymore...
A/N: Really, with all the possibilities that lie in a beautiful word like tongue – don't ask me why this is what came to my mind :-)
It had each taste bud bloom like a goddamn rose, flowing over his tongue and seeping into the cavern of no return, and he cursed the all devouring sense of death and new life it carried, cursed the day he had first tasted it. Human blood. Hot, pure, full of energy.
"We ain't meant to have family".
He chuckled hoarsely.
Her eyes.
The confusion, the trust, the horror of understanding.
He didn't know if he'd ever find the strength to choke his craving again.
Or if the only one he trusted with his life would turn to take it away.