RED

The Dire Inclination

© APOORVA 2014

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I had taken Harun with me to that girl the following night and what surprised me was that he dredged up every little detail about her. We were hunters by nature and stalking the prey was as effortless as blinking the eye; Harun was still young to these ways and yet he found her so perfectly and cleanly.

I was startled when he did not have the craving for her blood, or if he had he just suppressed it like a stable adult. When I was fifteen, I hunted anything and everything and there was no stopping me and to be honest, if I had a face-to-face encounter with Pratik I would not be so peaceful. My throat would be burning, fangs throbbing with pain, nerves bundled up and thoughts’ screaming to claim him…yet Harun was just the opposite even at this tender age. When later I asked him if he was uncomfortable, his reply rendered me speechless.

“Why would I be?” he happily chirped, “I am so happy to see her again.”

“Wow, really?” I questioned

“Yes, besides I borrowed her scarf,” he winked

He had stolen her scarf which had her smell intact to it. Was I just starting out new to these tracking ways or was Harun too incisive to do this? It had never occurred to me until now that I could do the same and then maybe be less anxious. 

We scurried towards the land later on. It was already dark and almost everyone one would be in the forest right now so this was the perfect time to sneak in. By the time we reached, it was just us two. Harun sprinted in another direction, while I sat on the ground waiting for Chirac.

Ever since restrictions were posed on us, Chirac was the one who hunted for me too. He was tremendously suffering and said hunting for me would feel like he was hunting for Kea. I let him do that because he was not functioning orderly and I worried that this insanity might get the best of him.

It is right yet wrong to place someone above you, to care so much that you loose yourself when they are gone. Would I be like this if anything happens to Pratik? I clenched my fist at my own brain wave. No, I won't let anything happen to him.

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Remind me what I am doing again? I questioned myself  

I scuttled furtively with quick steps fighting the angel in me to quiet my craving mind. I did not know it was that much a pain to stay away. I had introspected all nights since I had seen Pratik and he was my mate, because infatuation could never be this extreme and distracting. I could not think of anything but him. My senses were torturing me too and running to him right now was such a relief.

It was ten at night when I found his house; his fragrance was the strongest here and the pull was unimaginable. I had never felt so out of control before, it was as though I was not in my own anymore.  

The house was a beautiful white painted modern one, with maintained lawn and a black Vento on the porch. The lights were all turned on and gave a white glow, adding further more to its glory. It had a first floor and I knew he was there because his scent was making me hungry now. I leaped on the balcony and stared inside. I slid in through the big wooden framed white window.

For a moment, my mind went numb. This was too much for my senses to take; my skin was tingly all over and my throat was scorching with thirst. If being away from him was agonizing, then it was simply an ordeal to not be with him. I scanned the room but he was not here yet. I looked around and grabbed a book. Langford’s Basic Photography the book read. I held it up to my nose and sniffed; his fragrance hit me in waves and I swear I moaned. A thin library card slipped from the book and landed on the floor. I picked it up, then kept the book back in place and moved out the balcony here. The card was a small, rectangular one with his details on it. Pratik Aswal, I repeated his name, I like it.

Someone barged in the room with casual strides and I immediately stiffened with his presence. I slowly mustered some courage and stared in the room. My throat started burning again with my stomach groaning in synchronization.

There he was, my mate! His hair was tousled and his face looked careless as he threw his phone on his bed. He walked up to the same book I had been holding a while back and scanned it. Wow that was close, I thought. I smiled peeping from the window.  

“Maa, where is my library card?” he called  

I glanced at my hand then back to his now worried face. Maybe I should not bother him and just leave him alone.  

“Maa, where is it?” he called again  

His mother walked in and the scent changed to the fragrance of a cherry cold cream. I was stunned to see her; she had not changed much except for a few wrinkles on the corner of her eyes and her mouth, and a little mass around her belly. She still had a slim physique and long black hair. I turned away from the scene feeling nostalgic.

I knew what I had to do now though and being close to him was on top. I glanced at the card in my hand again then headed back to the land.