In a World of Fragile Things

Chapter 5-Hungry Like The Wolf

Hungry Like The Wolf

Stalked in the forest, too close to hide

I'll be upon you by the moonlight sideDo do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tight
You feel my heat, I'm just a moment behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine, I'm after you
Mouth is alive, all running inside
And I'm hungry like the wolf

-Duran Duran-

Days turned into weeks and before I knew it two whole weeks had passed in Santa Carla. I worked almost every day for Madame Ames in her little bookstore. It was something about that small confined store that made me feel calm and at home. Between those dust covered shelves, filled with books the common man rarely laid his eyes upon. Every day I read about the supernatural about voodoo, werewolves and most of all...vampires. There was a whole section on vampires in the very back of the store, but besides that Madame Ames store also harboured old classics like Pride and Prejudice and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Almost every night, even if I was working, Paul found me. I don't know how he did it, but he always did. The wild haired rocker had grown on me, the warning bells no longer chimed when I was with him only a small buzz was left as a small reminder. But every time we met up with the boys the bells started up again, especially if David was there. He never did anything to me, rarely spoke directly to me but there was something about him. His eyes held a look that I couldn't, and honestly didn't want to understand. The others were fine though, Dwayne rarely spoke at all, but when he did we would have intense conversations about books we had read. Marko was interesting to talk too, his view of life may have been a very morbid and sardonic one but his arguments were so convincing that I sometimes found myself agreeing with him. Laddie was like any other ten year old kid, he managed to weasel himself into my heart and now every time those big blue eyes looked at me pleadingly I couldn't say no. Paul told me Laddie had a crush on me and probably wanted me to marry him or something.

A couple of days after I met all the boys I was introduced to Star. A girl I thought was David's girl...but couldn't be sure; they both gave mixed signals every other minute. She was quiet, but it was nice to talk to a girl for once, even if this one acted rather peculiar most of the time.

Jack didn't like that I was hanging out with them, every time he spotted me with them on the boardwalk he confronted me as I got home. Yelling me about the vibe he got from them, I told him it was useless to argue about it and he soon gave up. Just asking me to be careful around them but it was getting harder and harder to keep my guard up, especially around Paul. The familiarity increased every moment we spent together and I had more then once experienced the chilling sensation of Déjà Vu. Accompanied with the strange dreams I had been having lately and this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was about to happen.

It was a Wednesday when Paul took me to their home for the first time. As usual Paul had collected me from work, somehow knowing exactly when my shift ended. I never questioned it, I had a feeling that I didn't want to know the answer. It was like any other night and yet it wasn't. He was joking around as usual but there was something in his eyes. The way they stared into mine with a hint of seriousness that was almost never present in the rockers sky blue eyes. Something was up and we both knew it but chose not to bring it up. He took me to the stage were a band was going to play rock covers; he had been talking about it all week. Soon we were lost in the crowd, moving in synch to the rhythms of Nazareth and both of us not entirely there thanks to Paul's never ending stash of pot. That was one thing that I hadn't told Jack and it wasn't something I was longing to tell him either. Paul was a pot head, I figured that out the first night we met but what I didn't figure out was that he would somehow managed to convince me to try it. A bigger surprise was that I would actually like it.