4 a.m.
I raise my nose as the air shifts and inhale deeply.
"Mmm…" rumbles through my chest and she stirs.
I don't want to wake her but I cannot help myself. The call of her blood is so strong that I have to physically restrain myself from going to her. I'm inhabited by this monster that only comes out on occasion. 'The Beast' Sookie calls it. I guess that is one way to look at it.
I watch as she tosses and turns, the sheets being pulled down to her waist revealing the smooth skin of her abdomen. I fight back the growl building in my chest and keep my fangs in check. How they want to penetrate her flesh…
My wife doesn't know that I'm here or that I'm indulging myself in other proclivities. It doesn't matter what I tell her; she won't believe me. More like she has no reason to believe me. I've never lied to her but she knows the man I used to be. To avoid fighting with her, I tell her what she wants to hear. The repetition has gotten old. I need her to snap out of her haze and try something new. I need her to believe me. Not only to believe me, but to believe in me. I need her to know she can trust that I would never do anything to hurt her.
I sigh and she stiffens.
"Hi, Eric…" she whispers.
I inhale deeply again, and lick my lips in satisfaction. The flavor permeating my senses shuts everything else off around me. I need… I want…
Taste…
Touch…
Indulge…
This is where I want to be. This is what completes me. The Beast be damned. I shall have what I desire.
But I'm not an addict…