The Gnawing Hunger

The First Hunt

It wasn't that long until he found himself waking up. Struggling to not scream as he sat up in bed. Quietly putting his hands over his mouth to further muffle any form of noise. Trying to not wake up his sleeping friend. Fearing that Xander wouldn't just accept that it was a nightmare. Despite everything that had happened, he might not accept it. And he really wasn't in the mood to talk about any of this with him right now. Instead Bo struggled to calm himself down as he lay in bed. Putting his hands down from his face after a few minutes.

Laying them on his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling. Well, tried to. As in the dark he couldn't really see anything. But, knew what it looked like as he laid there. Motionless in bed. For a moment, he thought of just laying there. With his eyes open and not falling asleep. Fearful that he would have another nightmare about himself as a monster.

Or worse than that.

Though, he knew that wouldn't be all that wise. If Eleanore saw that he had bags under his eyes. Or was yawning a whole lot, she would interrogate him. Get to the bottom of it and then ask him why he wasn't sleeping. And that was another thing that he didn't want to think about. But, he couldn't force himself to sleep with the nightmare fresh in his mind. So he decided to just shut his eyes instead. Feeling that just resting them would be for the best. That way the next morning he wouldn't be too tired.

At least he hoped he wouldn't be too tired.

After he did this, he blissfully didn't dream. Maybe he fell asleep. Bo wasn't entirely certain of this. But didn't really care as he was grateful for the rest. Grateful to not have that damned nightmare again. When he opened his eyes he turned to look at Xander to see if he were awake. Smiling a little as he noticed that Xander was laying on his side facing from him. He knew he was alive and well. Hearing his loud snores from in front of him. His side was also moving up and down in a normal manner. This made him feel so much better about the night. And that he hadn't tried to kill him in his sleep just yet. For once he was grateful to hear his best friend's grizzly bear-like snores.

For once.

Quietly, Bo gave a sigh as he got out of his bed. Shoving the covers down before walking to his bag. Quietly picking up his clothes from it. The fleeting idea of waking Xander and telling him all that Hawthorne said. Tell him that they needed to get the Hell out of the cabin. Or at least find a way to kill Hawthorne so he didn't hurt anyone else.

Then thoroughly squashed that idea down as hard as he could.

Fully realizing it wasn't going to help. As last night played in his mind. That there was nothing he could do to stop it. So, Bo just quietly slipped away to the bathroom. Unsure of when Hawthorne would show up. Or if he was going to show up at the cabin at all. But, he wanted to be ready to leave for when it happened. Shoving everything under the sink. Then slipping into the shower to clean up as quick as humanly possible. Once he did, he got his clothes on faster than he ever did in his life.

While he walked to the kitchen, he debated on what he was going to have before leaving the cabin. Feeling that he needed a cup of decent coffee. As, for some strange reason, he didn't feel hungry. And who knew how long that would even really last? As Hawthorne had said something about eighteen hours. And he didn't know how long it had been since that feeding. Or if it was really true or not.

Part of him felt that it wasn't.

Wouldn't he be hungrier last night? As he had been fed that piece of his friend liver early in the afternoon. So wouldn't he have been hungry way later? Like today instead of last night? Maybe? It seemed really strange in his mind. And he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. Or knew how in the Hell any of this worked. He wasn't entirely certain of this type of infection. Or what kind it was either. Since he really doubted that Hawthorne even knew what he was.