His voice sounds so sweet and he likes to use it a lot. In general he likes to use his mouth a lot. Earlier he used it for other things. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting. Everything to pleasure me, and I gave him just as much back in return.
"So anyway, that's how I ended up becoming Edge," he says.
His eyes capture my amber eyes. Soon they'll turn a pale yellow and there's nothing he or I can do to stop it. He doesn't know it yet but his life is in danger. I'll be the one to kill him tonight.
"I'm boring you with all this wrestling talk, aren't I?" He chuckles.
"No," I say truthfully. "I like hearing you talk about something you're clearly passionate about."
He smiles and continues talking about other wrestlers. I don't know any of their names, nor do I care. I only care about him tonight. My passionate lover for the day, my meal for the night. I'm sorry, Edge. It's nothing personal. I just couldn't resist your scent, and I knew you couldn't resist mine either. Otherwise I wouldn't have ended in your bed today when you don't even know anything about me. I'm just a stranger you passed, and yet you took me home.
"Ruchelia," he says my name. "That's a name I haven't heard before. Where is it from?"
"My mother," I say.
"You're funny," he laughs. "I mean, from what country is Ruchelia from?"
"I don't know," I say.
I don't know. That's the truth. I never cared to know. It's just a name. It's not who I am. I wouldn't even be surprised if my mother just shook a bag of letters from a Scrabble game, and connected the ones that fell out of the bag to create a name.
"I don't care where it's from. I don't care where you're from as long as you're here in my bed," he says.
He moves behind me and kisses my shoulder.
"Ruchelia!" He purrs. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?"
I don't know what to say. I've been called so many words by so many people - men and women - that I don't know what to believe. They were all under my spell. Nothing is ever real.
"Ruchelia," he whispers in my ear.
I shiver. It feels good the way he's touching and kissing me. Too bad it won't last much longer. He pushes some of my long white and grey hair out of the way so he can kiss my neck. Soon I will be covered in fur in that color. They call it mottled white. That's what I am once a month when the moon is full. A mottled white wolf killing someone who doesn't deserve it. I can't help it. I have to act on my instinct. I never want to hurt anybody but I keep doing it. It's who I am. In the end I hurt myself the most because I can never let anyone get close for real. Only for a day or two. I have nothing good to offer anybody.
"Ruchelia," he repeats. "I want you so bad."
It hurts everytime he says my name. I want nothing more than to fall back in his bed and hear him moan my name. Day after day, night after night, week after week, month after month. To be loved and loved back. A fantasy I will never have fulfilled.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asks.
I turn my head to look at him. He looks worried. I feel the tears running down my cheeks. He must have heard me when I started crying. I didn't mean to. I normally cry when I'm alone but something about him makes my walls come down. I wish I could save him. It's too late. The moon is already rising.
"I'm sorry," I say.
"About what? You've done nothing wrong," he says.
If only he knew I'm about to do something very wrong. I'm about to end his life, and I will walk free once again without anyone knowing who did it to him. A wolf tearing his throat open and feasting on his flesh. I will wake up tomorrow with the taste of his blood in my mouth, a hurting heart, and a fantasy long gone.
I feel the pull in my entire body. The full moon is above me and I can't fight it anymore. I'm about to transform, and the last thing I will ever see of this beautiful man is the fear in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I say again. "I'm so fucking sorry."