A Spark of Hope

Everything Works Out in the End

Warning: Blood and animal killing, near the end. Proceed with caution!

I never seen it coming

I couldn't read the signs

But I know it means nothing

But you are always on my mind

The scent of blood was all he could think about ever since that accident. The thick liquid rolling down his friend's arm and staining the floor with its rich, bright red color. When the blood dripped from her arm, his mind was filled with a sweet taste that he was barely able to resist. 

He'd not even got a taste of blood, yet it was the only thing running through his mind.

Just a small taste, he thought.

There were times he forgot the blood came from her.

It took every ounce of his body to not attack her in the moment. He reigned his tongue, teeth clenched tight, while he pulled Cyzer off her arm. He tried so hard to not let her feel anymore pain than she was already in

When he managed to get him off, he dragged him off to a room, scolding him. Although Cyzer showed remorse for his action, since then, Eclipse didn't believe him. For the next couple of days, he kept his distance from Hope not wanting a repeat. His strong crave for blood was concerning his children and even himself.

Every day, Hope would come out of the workshop to cook them meals or prepare snacks. Buy not today. He'd spend almost all day without food, He knew he was bad in the kitchen and didn't want to make a mess, further straining their relationship. So he waited, and waited, and waited. Occasionally he walked by the workshop or peaked his head in the room in attempts of getting her attention, but she was too focused on her work to noticed. The end of the day quickly approached, Eclipse and his children were starving.

He was ready to go to sleep with an empty stomach until he heard footsteps. He peered over the couch and saw his friend walking to the kitchen, holding her bleeding hand. Suddenly, he became more hungry. He quietly followed her to the kitchen where she proceeded to put a damp cloth on her hand.

All he could think of was the thick blood running down her arm. His mouth watering behind his closed lips and his claws gripped the door frame tightly. What happened next was a blur.

One moment he was standing across the room from her, the next he was gripping her arm, his teeth grazing her skin. Then everything went dark. When he awoke, he was appalled of the act he almost committed. Although he had little memory of the recently transpired event, it didn't mean that he doesn't feel awful for his actions.

He crawled to her unconscious body, hoping that she was seriously injured. His hand held her head and noticed a bump on the back. He examined her head, no blood. The lump most likely formed after she hit her head and didn't seem too severe, unlike her hand. He gently picked her up and placed her on her bed, he left to find the first aid that she always had on standby in her workshop.

When it came to bandaging her hand, he wasn't the best at it. The bandages were loose and messy and he'd figured that he didn't use as much, so he wrapped more around her hand.

He wasn't awake when Hope came to, it wasn't until he was gently shaken that prompted him awake. After some convincing and apologies, the two put aside the incident and the rest of the day passed with ease.

That night, Eclipse had a strange dream.

He saw his other self again. They were both sitting across from each other, Eclipse was in a simple wooden chair while the other him sat on a throne. His other self was leaning on one side of the throne, legs spread apart, and his fist supporting his unreadable expression. He couldn't believe he was being intimidated by no one other than his copy.