BBS

bloodlust

well, here goes nothing! main characters: Delirious, Vanoss :)

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Desire.

He felt good.

But it wasn't enough to satisfy him. He was hungry. Starving. It tasted so good, the sweet taste of crimson liquid both quenching and heightening his need for it.

He desired more.

Devour.

It was a basic cycle. Stalk. Pounce. Feed. Except that his basement was running out of space, and he had no plans to unleash his unhealthy desires to the dangers of the outside world.

But sometimes, he couldn't control them. The voices were clawing at his mind, gnawing at his heart. Just one more.

Just one more hunt to devour more.

Delirious.

Was he insane? Was he crazy? Was he delirious, out of his mind?

He let out a raspy laugh as he opened his door and stepped into the harsh daylight. It hurt his eyes, and he stumbled into a dark alleyway, nearly crashing into a dumpster.

A scent.

He sniffed the air, and a savoury smell entered his nostrils. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips.

Hunt.

Everything was a blur. He could only feel his fingers - claws - digging into human flesh, taste the iron-filled human blood, hear the screams, shrieks of pain filling up the alley.

Finishing up his meal, he got on his feet slowly and unsteadily, wobbling a little as he howled in delirious laughter.

No bystanders.

Noticing that woman in the yellow flowery dress and the Prada handbag gaping at him, he smiled.

"That dress won't be yellow very, very soon."

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He felt energized. Energizied by the new, fresh blood rushing through his veins. He didn't bother to count the number of bodies piled on the floor; after all there were too many for him to worry about. Who cared if the news reported a giant, bloody massacre? Who cared if the authorities made plans to hunt him down? He would slay them; devour them, and that was it.

He heard the gasp.

His bloodshot eyes glancing into those warm, hazel eyes, he grinned, revealing his blood-stained fangs.

Time to clean up the mess.

Snarling, he pounced on his new prey, the beast in him free from its leash. Ready to drink. Ready to bite. But-

"You."

It was a familiar voice, instantly calming him, all the adrenaline gone. He paused, looking once again at his prey. Those eyes were wide open in shock, recognition and fear. There was something - something so delicate but powerful about them, that caused him to retract a few steps.

When he had awoken, with nothing but a thirst for blood, he had been frightened. Afraid. Lost. He remembered nothing.

But now, this man - this man with those brown eyes and raven black hair - had caused him to remember.

He remembered laughing in front of a monitor, screaming vulgarities as they 'hosted' EpicBreakIns! and Evan casually stealing a toaster before getting shot in the face.

He remembered discussing product ideas in a fancy office in GTAV with Brian, Evan, Ryan, searching for warehouses to store their guns-with-toilet-paper-laced-with-cocaine.

He remembered.

"Delirious, what have you done?" Evan whispered, his voice shaky. "What have you been doing, ever since you disappeared?Slaughtering people? Draining them of their lives?"

He dug his claws into his thigh, ignoring the pain, determined not to kill his old friend.

"I don't know. But what I do know is," he rasped, "I can't control myself. I can't stop it. I'm going to kill everyone. And, perhaps, kill you too." He pushed those claws even harder, instantly regretting saying those words.

But Evan wasn't frightened. He, courageously, took another step towards him. "Please, Jon. Please. We're all waiting for you. Do you know how worried Luke is? Do you know how much Ryan yearns for you to come home?" Evan was now dangerously close to him. "I miss you, too, you know."

Miss?

They still miss me?

A wave of feels washed over him, and he couldn't help but let out a few sobs. But he knew he was dangerous, a hazard. And he couldn't just force it back in-

With a loud growl, he raised his claws, ripping out his own flesh in the process, and slashed Evan across the face.

Except that Evan had miraculously dodged to the side, his brown eyes still wide and pleading.

"Come back here!" He yelled, in a booming voice that even he didn't know existed. With a quick movement, he clawed his own face, and crumpled to the ground in pain. He was fighting an internal battle with himself, his mind screaming for him to hunt, to pounce, to devour, while his heart shrieking for him to have mercy, to spare.

As he sank his fangs into his foot, causing even more blood to spurt out, he looked up at Evan, and made his one and only plea.

"Help me."