V E N U S

They come to me like Bees to Honey

I went to the club again, well the woman drove me there. Much like the first time when I entered the space the power zipped through my veins like it did before. Humming through every cell in my body. It called out to me, to eat. This club didn't have a second level, but there was plush seating just behind the dance floor so I took a seat there. I wasted no time driving their emotions
up
up
up
just like the first time.
They all started moving on the same wavelength, but this time was a little different the masses seemed to gravitate towards me: men, women, non-binary it made no difference. I was honey they were bees. The atmosphere became

Slow

Thick

Fragrantly Sweet.

A hand had caressed my firm chest, slender fingers dancing lightly on my thigh, hands sliding across my fade, fingertips following the grooves of the waves.

Sweet, luscious amber liquid sliding down my throat like velvet, settling deep inside.

Just like before body to body the masses ground into each other and me all the same. They were so close I could feel the heat of them sinking into my skin. I could feel the heady breath on my flesh. Their lips daring to taste, daring to kiss. Fingers daring to poke and prod. It made my hair stand on end. I didn't target anyone, I just opened wide and ate my fill.

More, take more

I dipped my fingers into the pot stirring the colors up even higher, taking even more. Till there was almost nothing left.

Until the heady breathing stopped

The taste

The exploring hands fell to the wayside

Of sweet sweet honey

The music came to an end.

Exploding across my pallet

I took a minute to gather my senses, yet I still found myself staggering out of the club like those countless nights with the boys. Like then, I was happy. Drunk on something much tastier than liquor. I could see them like they were next to me. Walking me back to her car cracking jokes about what might happen when I got there. I was so very drunk from the eating when I made it into the car the boys bid me farewell and my eyes met with cinnamon ones. Then I felt it again the aftermath of the club, phantom touches lingering on my skin tracing the pattern of my waves, the muscles on my arms , the line of my inner thigh.
So when she touched her lips to mine. I indulged her.

All my senses were alive and when I felt her hands on my bare back it was like feeling a persons skin for the first time, feeling a persons  lips for the first time. Soft and supple flesh under my tongue, in between my teeth. I was warm jittery alive as I explored her body. But after a few minutes it started to feel very mundane my heart stopped racing, that energy stopped coursing through me. I wasn't static but I was numb, to her. What should've sent waves of pleasure through me felt like a gentle nudge.
Did I not love her anymore or was it the power?
Was all that pleasure I was feeling a residual effect from the people I killed? Was it wearing off?

We left the car, walking into the big boys.
There was one everywhere it was a huge burger chain everyone seemed to love. The food was always good it was high blood pressure on a platter and diabetes in a cup. The interior always made me feel like I went back in time. The red and white checkered tile flooring, the glossy red bar stools that lined the table at the register. I sat at a table in the corner staring over the writings on its reflective surface.

Initials drawn in hearts, curse words cleverly starred, random little phrases here and there.

The mouthwatering smell of one of those burgers hit my senses. I inhaled so deeply, i damn near choked. If I could just taste it, I got up getting in the line. It may have been one in the morning but it was mad busy filled with tipsy college kids and couples craving a midnight snack. I found myself glancing at the tv, to eat up some time.

"Cops on the scene again another mass murder event, officers don't know how this could've happened but it's suspected the casualties may be almost doubled what it was before. We don't have much information now but ten people have been rushed to the hospital."

I imagine with any drug there is a high, then there's a come down, and I was coming down.

In that instance I had realized what I had done. Like fog had lifted, and in its place a sky so clear it could've been a mirror.

My eyes grew watery of their own accord. Tears, welling up till it was to heavy to contain. Silently they trailed down my face. As it hit me they were my age,

I killed th-

And All at once, the fog rolled back over
The emotions swept away, and the static enveloped me once again.

The brunette women with the doe eyes came back to the table grinning from ear to ear. Her face dropped a little when she looked at me "are you okay," she asked reaching for my face. She must've been wiping the tears away.
She saw the news playing, and turned to me. "It's okay it's just a few people she stated." Smiling.
"You had a great time tonight right?"

She stepped away from me noticing, my lack of touchiness, my lack of expression.
"Oh your not you anymore, well let's go."