five
thurs. 12 january, 2012
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Flesh.
A soft growl vibrated in my throat.
My eyes locked on the human male sleeping, snoring rather comfortable. A mature female hand resting on his chest that rose and fell continuously, steadily.
I wanted them so badly.
So badly.
I couldn't believe I was standing in the hallway.
This is extricating, I can't think. No pupils, bright red, copper red. Symmetrical facial features, Ghoul tattoos starting at her hairline down to her feet. Her otherworldly beauty was broken by the tearing skin of her unhinging jaw.
Flesh!
The scent of their flesh was soo… intoxicating, making me so… wicked. Making my brain go erotically gruesome fantasies of murder. This is a moment I never wanted to experience again, but it was that time. To feed.
Time is up, the amount of protein to kill the crave. The amount of alcohol to kill the crave to feed. Six months, six months is the limit I've learned for these long four previous years. Control.
Flesh!
Control every damn thing that I could to highest of my will. This is a moment that I realized I went past my mark, and I've been in a consistent on-watch for two weeks.
Even more the past couple of days.
He's gone, and even though I don't like to admit his presence is the only thing on earth to make me forget completely.
Flesh.
The blood in their veins, their arteries.
The very muscles and tendons… better than any steak I have ever eaten. The warmth, thick and thinness of crimson liquid.
Though, a steak wouldn't satisfy the absolute need to sink my teeth into-
Flesh!
A deep breath in through my nose, I can feel her head poking through the surface. I can feel my phase building.
"Naomi."
Rotting pure sugar canes filled my nose.
Vampires.
"You don't have to do this."
He had a southern draw, like Texas, somewhere in Texas. He was already irritating enough he stunk, and I have to. I don't have alternatives.
Another deep breath through my nose, it was such deep content.
Flesh.
She ripped through, a flash of light before I folded in on myself, and she took total control of my conscious.
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Two supernatural creatures springing at the same time in different directions, the windows of the bedroom flew open. Silence. Silence as I mouse, no squeaking floorboards. No slam of the windowpane, no shaking glass.
One of the four creatures entering the bedroom, was a female being that has never existed until four years previous as the hosts DNA accepted the scientific successful experiment. She was covered in tattoos, sleek satin armor covered her, her hair was a dark brown curtain ending at the back of her knees. Her beautiful face broken with the tire flesh of her mouth as her jaw unlatched unnaturally, double canines on the upper and lower jaw lengthened.
The one lounging in her direction was Jasper Cullen, one that knew a similar monster within. The other two from the windows was Charlsie and Edward Cullen, both knowing the unforgettable guilt of taking a life. It was a silent battle as the three vampires struggled against the female Ghoul, eventually getting a hold of her and disappearing out the back door.
Her rage increased with the overwhelming urge to feed; she was ready to pounce on them when a black inky ragged oval portal opened in front of her. She disappeared through and the portal closed, vampires and shape shifters alike to calm down the female joined the area before barely witnessing her disappearance.
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End of Part One