ABN (Very Bad do not read this!!) (NANOWRIMO 2013)

Chapter 15

I woke up to a platter of what I believed to be fruits, they tasted sweet when I tried a few. C-A was in the bathroom, assumedly having a bath or something. Whatever he was doing he was doing it quietly.

I picked up a piece of fruit that resembled a strawberry, yet tasted like an orange. It gushed inside my mouth and I was unable to stop the moan of pure pleasure.

“That is unbelievable!” I whispered savouring the taste on my tongue.

“You said the same thing the first night.” I looked up at C-A as he walked from the bathroom, it struck me that I should probably ask his name.

“Really? I can’t recall anything.” I murmured grabbing a grape that had the texture of a peach, it tasted bitter and tart.

It nearly made me throw up if he hadn’t held out a small bag for me to spit it into, “You don’t like bitter. Duly noted.” He turned his back to me rubbing a towel in his hair.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I fought the nausea brought on by the disgusting after taste that thing left in my mouth. I noticed that C-A was only dressed from the waist down, he was only wearing baggy black cloth pants that hung loosely around his thin hips.

Oddly enough from behind his body shape could resemble a bouquet. Thin waist and legs, wide shoulders leading down to a nice chest that thinned out back to his waist.

His back was peppered with dark bruises, and a few cuts. I gasped covering my mouth, I remember knocking him to the ground. That was my fault.

He turned around rather quickly dropping the towel onto his shoulder, his long brown hair tousled to the right hiding the one horn but emphasising the other.

“What did you eat?” He asked eyeing the plate.

“Nothing, I-I,” Swallowing my stutter and inhaling deeply I looked away, “How badly did I hurt you?”

I heard him stiffen; he let out a short breath and paced a few steps before stopping at the end of the bed.

“It’s embarrassing enough that you, a woman, knocked me down, even more so that you actually hurt me.” He grumbled turning his back to me again as he began to furiously scrub at his head.

It seemed more like he was trying to beat himself up, I looked down at myself and felt a pang of actual regret. He hadn’t hurt me aside from the one slap, but he had healed that apparently.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Oh so now you want to help? You know it isn’t that easy…”

He paused his eyes locked on me his mouth frozen open, “I don’t know anything actually, you seem to have me confused with the right Ashlaya.” My voice was tight and bitter, because once again I was not the right person.

Slowly his eyes shut and so did his mouth, his hands curled into tight fists. I heard him curse under his breath turning his back to me once again.

“I feed on lust, and every variation of it, blood-lust, glory-lust, lust-lust. The whole list, I syphon the energy through the feeling. Normally it drains my partner dry because I require a rather large amount. Why you’ve been able to survive me feeding three times in one night baffles me. As far as I know you aren’t exactly human, but your powers aren’t fully awakened.” He spoke in a soft tone, like it was a dirty little secret.

Lust, he fed off of lust. “Do you have to have sex with them in order to feed?”

“No, that’s just a bonus. It also ensures that my partner is in a world of pleasure as they die. Most never realize what’s happening.” He added dryly.