It sings to me-- the swirling depths of guilt and darkness that plagues it like a disease seems as if it is a precious gem, shining at me with tantalizing light that makes my new form's mouth water, should I have saliva. The hunger is never ending-- and he has taken me out to the town nearby three times to steal and eat the heart of some person with a purer soul. Each time he does so, I feel the guilt inside of him grow.
Soon. I can take it soon. At some point he has to let his guard down, and when he does....
I cannot remember what it feels like to have a heart. Now I only know the intense desire, the near lust for one that leaves me craving and stupified with hunger. I have attacked him twice in a maddened desperation for sustinance, but both times I have been overpowered by his strength. That insurmountable will.....it is beginning to starve me, though it is the daily feeding of dark energy he has been giving me that keeps me going.
He keeps me on a short leash.....like a pet. He doesn't suspect my hunger.
The affection he shows, I am beginning to believe, will be his weakness.
"Sora." It is a name I have learned, the sound of it, the pitch....meaning he wants to touch me. I do not know why he seems so prone to feel my skin, as dark and consuming as it is, but it is his own voice of desperation that complies me to lean closer, and as I feel his warm fingers through my hair, I lean foreward to his chest, drawing in a deep scent of blood.
He is not bleeding, but I can still catch the bare scent, just beneath the skin, the wonderful sound of his heart beating loudly in the human like ears he has given me. All the more taunting, but he doesn't seem to notice my obsession. .....I want his heart. I want to feel it consumed inside of me, I want to feel the last few beats echo in my chest as it flutters out into nothingness, my food. My prize.
My greed grows to a dangerous level, and the cunning that I have learned in the past few days is beginning to thin as the hunger rises. His lips are set against my forehead and are sliding to my jaw, but I take him off guard as I suddenly lash out.
My claws dig into his chest, drawing blood.