Chasing Mildred

Four

School. That's where she takes me when I sleep, to watch her be ridiculed by humans.

I want to rip their throats out, each and every one of them. Drink them dry. And I make her want that too.

I wasn't sure about that until today. This afternoon I saw the blood lust take over. I'd recognize it anywhere.

Anger. Burning eyes. Need. She even drank her own blood to stave it off. It was glorious. Incredible.

This means she's not as in control as she thinks. Even inside, half swallowed, I still have some autonomy, some influence.

I can use this.