The exasperated look on her face is extremely irritating. I want to slap it off.
"Why?" she exclaims. "Why do you do that? One moment everything is fine, and the next you're acting like I've become a ghost. Except you treat ghosts better than you treat people. I don't understand what I did Wednesday!"
I keep my breathing controlled and try not to picture the image of Ajax leaning over her while she laughs at a stupid joke of his. I'm aware that I am being irrational. I know. I just… something about that was very unsettling. And I can't stop picturing it. Along with some other things that keep digging themselves out of the basement in my mind.
"You didn't do anything, technically." I say with very punctuated consonants. "Nothing is wrong. And if it were, you would know about it. You don't have to act stupid around people just to get them to like you."
She grows even more angry. Whenever she gets like this, her eyes get darker and her pupils dilate. It takes conscious effort not to grab her face. To rip her skin off, of course.
"No, you stop acting like everything is fine, like you're just some corpse who can't feel anything and everyone around you is just some pawn in your game. You don't actually know anything and you act on emotion more than you admit to yourself!"
I turn away before I do something I will regret. "You just don't understand," I force out.
"Then explain it to me!" she says and grabs my shoulder. Out of reflex, I smack her arm off of me and slam her against the wall, while my other hand yields back in a fist as if to punch her, which is my intent, but something about the way her beautiful, blue eyes widen in shock, the way she stares at me from under her ridiculously long eyelashes, the way our bodies are close, so close, and the way her red lips part slightly in surprise, revealing her fangs, it all has a very odd effect on me, so all of my intention is lost, completely gone, and instead instinct takes control of my body, so that the hunger that I've shut off for so very long lashes out of me and, somehow, my mouth crashes hard and rough against hers, and the desires I've locked away burst through my chest.
Enid's mouth parts in shock, immediately deepening our kiss. My brain is still missing in action, so whatever sick part of me that initiated this is taking advantage of the situation before I can get my bearings. Her lips are warm against mine and after only a few seconds, she starts to kiss me back. Whatever feeling drew me toward this action is magnified by her response and it takes over my body, my senses, my brain, until I am acting purely on emotion. My hands push against her shoulders until she's flat against the wall of our room, while her hands reach to my back, pulling me closer and deepening our kiss even further. I step even closer to her, until our bodies are aligned against each other, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, hips to hips. I cup her face, her perfect face, in my hands as she runs hers down my back, causing me to shudder in her arms and, oh Satan, I've wanted this for so long. Her lips on mine, her tongue on mine, her body pressed against mine, her breath and mine mingling as one and even as I'm kissing her, I want to be kissing her I want more and more and more and-
She breaks the kiss, causing reality to come crashing back down upon my shoulders, the weight of what I just did bearing down upon me.
I pull away quickly as she stares at me, and I practically run out the door before she can say anything because I know if she does she will rip me apart with her words.