Midnight Blood [WIP] [ENG]

Chapter 1: Desire

Hunger? No, that wasn't hunger. She had just eaten. What was that feeling? She felt the inside of her mouth like a beacon, behind which her whole body faded. Every little detail. Slowly, she traced her cheeks with her tongue. No injuries that would explain this feeling. There was no pain, nothing really unpleasant. More... a desire. Her gums itched and she felt as if her teeth were loose. As if she had to get them in place again. As if she had to bite onto something. So that her teeth would finally settle. So that they felt stable again.
Katie walked down the wooden stairs, slowly and carefully to avoid the creaks. The house was dark and empty, but she knew it well and could find her way around without the light. She tapped her bare feet on the cold stone floor of the kitchen. Opened the fridge.

Pasta from the day before, yogurt, cheese. This and that. Katie's gaze lingered on the ham for a while, then she discarded the idea. She shut the fridge and continued into the kitchen, past the pots and pans and knives to the fruit bowl. An apple?
Katie stretched out her hand, feeling for the skin, for the fruit. Her fingers slid over the roughened surface. She felt the tiny bumps more clearly than ever before. She could hardly tear herself away. The hairs on her arms stood on end as a cold breeze blew through the room. The quiet hum of the fridge, a distant crackling and the sound of the wind outside the window. It was completely dark, but Katie was aware of everything. So many sensory impressions, so intense. It was like standing on a cliff with nothing but the sea below. And a roaring wind rose up. A cold, hard wind, filled with the salt and water of the roar from below. And the smell of adventure. She felt so incredibly alive.

Katie's fingers slid over glass, the cold surface of the bowl. They felt a soft, almost elastic surface. Reached for it. And Katie lifted the apple. Lifted it through the darkness, brought it to her mouth. Her teeth felt like they were wobbling, bouncing and dancing in anticipation. Her mouth watered. Slowly, very slowly, she opened her mouth, screaming inside her to bite. And - footsteps. Softly, from a distance.
She paused, listening as the footsteps slowly grew louder. Coming closer. Katie quickly slipped out of the kitchen, through the hallway into the bathroom and quietly pulled the door open without letting it fall into the lock.
The light went on in the kitchen. A middle-aged man in unfashionable blue and white striped pyjamas and beige slippers shuffled into the kitchen, heading for the fridge. Katie was surprised. Her father always insisted on a strict night's sleep and "no eating after 10pm". With a sigh, the man in the kitchen took something out of the fridge, turned off the light and walked back down the hallway.
When the footsteps had stopped, Katie carefully opened the bathroom door and scampered up the stairs to her room. A little light came in through the window, probably from the street lamp in front of the house.
No colors, but silhouettes could be seen. Shapes of gray and black. The objects, the world reduced to such simple shapes. Katie rolled the apple out of her pyjamas in which she had wrapped it in all the excitement. It glistened in the faint light. She gazed at it. Nothing more than another shape in the shadowy room? No, something special. The apple stood out from everything else, stood out. For her. She held the apple at arm's length, moved silently through the room, turned. Circling it. Slowly traced the second hand. The desire was like a roar in her head. Teeth, teeth above all else. With both hands she pushed, tugged the apple towards her mouth. Opened her jaw. And struck. Her teeth slid through the flesh, juice flowed down her lips. This feeling, a deep feeling of pleasure, of ecstasy almost. Everything felt so right. And then it was over again.

Katie looked up. She had cut through the apple. In one bite, how weird. It had been a big apple, hadn't it? She sat down on her bed, wiped her mouth with her sleeve. The craving had subsided, but not disappeared. Katie felt tired, drained. She let herself fall, sank into the pillows. Raised her arm to her face, lost in thought. Smelled a scent. Her scent. Of the blossom honey soap and the matching shampoo. And a certain warmth, her skin. So - unbelievable, almost bewitching.
A desire, again.
And Katie brought her forearm to her mouth and closed her jaw around it. She squeezed, careful not to pierce the skin. Slowly, she applied the pressure, sinking into her flesh until the skin was stretched taut. Dug her teeth into the flesh, the soft flesh. Moved her jaw slowly, carefully and felt her teeth inside her. Feeling herself as if with fingers, only deeper, more intense. Tasted with her tongue, the unique taste of her skin, her flavor. Took another bite, pulled his head back. This incredible feeling, this taste, so sweet. The desire, so deep inside her. Again and again.