Disclaimer: WARNING: YOU MUST READ POSSESSIONS AND OBSESSIONS AND PRAYING FOR FORGIVENESS BEFORE READING THIS STORY OR NONE OF IT WILL MAKE SENSE. RATED M FOR GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SEXUALITY.

Nature, in her indifference, makes no distinction between good and evil.
- Anatole France

He never meant for it to happen. It just did... One minute, she's screaming at him, the next minute she's on the floor. Crying. Wheather it was for mercy or not, he didn't care. He just wanted to hear her scream. There were many reasons why he'd struck. Those were not important. There were many reasons for him to stop. Those were to of no avail. For an emotion was possessing him. Coursing through his veins like a poison that could not be cured. An ectasy that elated him to such a state of euphoria, it was almost heaven.

But the situation was everything but heaven. It was a furnace. A hellhole of torture, whose only escape was the cringing body on the floor. She called out his name. Told him it was an accident and that it wasn't his fault, but he advanced, no longer listening to her voice, but the screaming sensation of pleasure that told him to finish her. To shred her. He would not feel fulfillment until he did. He would not know completion until he did. She cried again.

"Please..."

That's when it happened. The dam broke and the rampage began. He grabbed her and, swinging her around, smashed her into the stone mantel. Reveling in the sound of her broken body hitting the floor, he dove in. Her screams rent the air, egging him on in a way he never thought possible. Blood gushed, bones crunched as he tore into her, ripping through her flesh with a ravenous passion. The creature he had always been took over, gorging on the tender meat so easily within reach. Her bloodcurdling cries had ceased, replaced by deafening silence.

He pulled away, bloodsoaked and satisfied with his conquest. Her silence, his gain. His muscles rippled with eagerness as he licked the sweet, sticky substance off his fur. His red eyes gleamed in the dark. Shaking himself, he looked down at what had at one time been human, but was now... leftovers. Purring, he stretched, enjoying the feel of flexing. He was about to leave when a gurgling stopped him. His eyes flared up. His claws extended to full length. Whirling around, he whacked down, blood splattering everywhere, the sound of his hissing torturing what was left of his human innocence.

He woke with a violent jerk. He sat up gasping for air, his body covered in sweat. He looked down at his arms. The scars. They would always be there. As would the memories. That's when he tasted it. The bitter sweet taste of blood. Wiping his mouth he looked down to see it glittering in the moonlight. Red. He began to panic. This was not his own blood. He looked around the room frantically to no avail. Where had this blood come from? Getting up, he hurried to the bathroom and turned on the lights. What he saw scared him. His whole mouth was covered in blood. His bare chest dripped with blood. Where had it come from? He kept asking himself. Surely his dream had not come true. Dream? Dreams are of something you want to happen... that was a nightmare...

I know what I said. That was a dream, hissed a voice he had not heard from in a long time. He shook his head. He had been having those dreams since last week. Some how, they had only gotten longer... and much more pleasureable...

Closing his eyes, he stepped into the shower in his boxers and stood there, letting the scalding water run over him. He watched as blood mixed with water and went tumbling down the drain. Whose blood was that? He should be checking. He should be. Stepping abruptly out of the shower, he grabbed a shirt and walked out of the bedroom. Down the hall, he searched the rooms, ignoring the sleeping occupants. It wasn't until he had come upon the thrid room when he let out a sigh of releif. There she was, singing to the cradle. In one piece. Not wanting to bother her, he backed away, leaning his head on the wall.

Where did the blood come from?

A/N: I hope you liked it. I know I enjoyed writing this. Especially the fact that no names are mentioned. I pride myself.