His heart beats, thump, thump, thump as searches for the light switch. He already can feel that something is wrong. He finds the switch and flicks it on and off, but it doesn’t work. The room is already possessed by darkness.
He tries to stay calm, but his heartbeat quickens as he makes his way deeper into the room. He moves towards the curtains, likely hoping to let some light in from the street.
I can’t let him see me. I run towards the bedroom, there is a balcony I can use to escape.
“Rover?” he calls out. The familiar voice of my neighbor Irving isn’t enough to break me free of my trance. I am consumed with my huger. “Rover?” he calls again.
I start to scurry towards the exit again. I can’t let him see me like this, not after what I’ve done.
“My neighbour’s a police officer,” he announces as he moves as quick as he can to the window. He opens the curtains. Some light comes into the room, but it’s still dark in the apartment.
I hide in the shadows. I should leave, but I can’t help but take one more bite. I need sustenance.
Irving notices the wet floor, and kneels down to feel it. I can almost sense the realization dawning on him. The fluid is warm and thick with a faint alkaline smell. It tastes almost sweet in my mouth. It’s blood. He doesn’t understand why there’s blood on the floor but he looks around, searching for the cause.
I have to go. I slip out through the open balcony door I came through. I’m almost free, but before I leave, I can’t help but take one last bite.
As I’m tearing away the flesh with my bare teeth, I look up and see Irving, staring at me. He looks horrified.
I kneel there, hunched over in the darkness. Cloaked in black, I doubt he can make out much beside the strip of scarlet cloth around my neck. He can’t recognize me, but he sees me, and he knows what I'm doing.
I’m disgusted with myself, but I can’t stop. I couldn’t stop myself.
There is blood all over me, a torn up carcass in hands, and in my mouth. I’m eating Rover.
Irving screams. I see him, but I don’t look close enough to see the fear and disgust in his eyes.
I’m torn from my predatory trance. I need to run! I think.
I stand up and leap for the fire escape, sliding down the side of the black metal staircase. I land on the ground, with thud. I feel pain in my legs, but I recover quickly as I sprint out into the night.
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NB: The Girl from Hell (GirlxGirl)
ActionWhy does it feel so good to be bad? Anne has always tried to keep the darkness locked inside her heart; but, when a stranger breaks into her home, all she has left is her rage. Warning: contains lesbians, demons, fire, and foreplay.
