The Twilight Twenty-Five, Round 2
Prompt: Languid
Pen name: SubtlePen
Pairing: Esme
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, or any of the characters created by Stephenie Meyer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
LANGUID
I pushed the carcass away, my body glutted and wobbly. I fell to my knees, weak, but not from exertion. He'd warned me I'd feel altered, 'blood drunk,' but I had no frame of reference. I closed my eyes and let the sensation wash over me. I was aware of everything around me in precise detail, but my gorge muted it, rounded the edges, slowed my perceptions to a more human speed. The thrill of the hunt was fading, replaced by something euphoric, almost sexual in its satisfaction. I lay on the forest floor, eyes skyward, basking in the glow.
