Taste of Eternity
~Yami no Kokoro~
The blood hit Michael like blood always did.
He seemed skeptical up to the last second, the smallest hint of a smirk curving his lips as he took the bottle from David's hand, as though he was only doing this to appease the group, as though the thought of being included in their circle didn't mean a thing to him.
The second the liquid touched his tongue, all that bravado and smug superiority vanished. His eyes drifted shut, body arching slowly as his head rolled back to welcome in more of the tangy elixir. If he'd been in a state of mind to think clearly, he would've realized right away what he was consuming but, of course, he wasn't.
That was the first thing the blood stole away – thought, inhibition, anything but sharp, animal hunger. The gang cheered but David barely heard the sound, his own hands slowing to a stop as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, taking in the sight of the first feeding with wolfen eyes.
He had the chance to view this far too rarely. This first taste of eternity was a sensation that could never be recaptured, and that every mouthful of blood thereafter was only a hopeless attempt to recover. Human blood sated his thirst, but demon blood… demon blood woke up a hunger in him for everything and anything. For fighting like hell and knowing he could never lose, for racing through the darkness with the wind whipping his face, skidding right off the edge of a cliff and then flying for miles over the rough waves of the ocean as his bike was ground into the rock bed far below.
And for fucking. The taste of demon blood was the burning ecstasy of being pulled to the peak and left stranded there, desperate but unable to get in that last good thrust that would get him off.
It was like that every time, but there was nothing like the first, and right now Michael was in the midst of it. No matter what he tried, he would never touch anything like it again.
The closest any of them could get was to watch.
~Fin~