The Night Is Here

Cannibal

As it went down my throat it felt like my insides were on fire. Still, I gulped down two more shots to look appealing infront of my handsome companion. And I was ready to take in a few more to make it last in case this was all a dream and I might just have to wake up?  

“You are not a regular tipsy, are you?” He whispered in my left ear in his knee weakening husky voice. 

Chills ran down my spine as I noticed how close he was to my neck. My hotspot. The place where my ex lovers found home. It was the same place that held tattoos of their love inked by my resentment and it was so pure it hardly had any color but red. So savage yet so amateur. His such close proximity brought back all the regret from my past to pinch my subconscious. 

“No, I don’t drink much.” I finally managed to answer still looking at his pitch black eyes like it held hidden truths about the universe. Maybe much more than that. 

“I can make that out from your suppressed facial expressions. And you are torturing yourself just so that I think you are potent enough for my time. You know I can read minds?” He joked and his face broke into an innocent smile. The type you see when you offer your neighborhood kid his favorite candy.  

In that moment I noticed how beautiful my stranger was. Those perfectly cut lips meant more than they spoke. His nose, it was so sharp that you can cut your delicate finger on it. He was two or three shades darker than me. The color that brightens up a dull room. His butter toned flesh lit up against my albino complexion. He looked like all the color I lost through the years he sucked them all into his skin. Everything about his angelic features and radiant vibe made him all the more desirable. He was very different from everyone I have ever touched. It made me sad that it would kill a part of me to lose him. 

“So do we go to your place or mine?” He asked shouting over the loud music at the bar. 

The bar, it has always been my favourite place to look out for my next target. Its so easy to find one here. Men of all ages are falling over to get hatched. Lust filled eyes, sweaty bodies and ofcourse wandering hands. All objects of my resentment. Everyone I have mourned till this day were no good humans. But alas, humans. 

“Yours. I don’t have a place!” I shouted back quickly. I didn’t want to give him a choice. Anything that could leave a proof at my house was out of question. 

And with that he grabbed my hand and lead me out of the bar and into his car. It was an old beaten up Honda city. He was too young to buy a car. People usually don’t earn such luxuries at 21 in India. Maybe he belonged to a rich family. But he certainly didn’t look like a spoilt brat, his innocence was rather killing me. He was so pure, so untouched.

“It is going to be my first time you know? Should we do it in the car? I have always had this fantasy!” He jumped in excitement like a 6 year old getting an extra chocolate for good behavior. 

“Drive over to the old road behind the hill.” I looked at him for one last time to feel any leftover feelings I had for this child trapped in an adult’s body. 

20 minutes later we reached the abandoned road next to the dense black forests. It was cold. Cold like what makes your blood freeze. Maybe it was not the breeze, it was me. We heard a wolf howl somewhere in the dark. It sounded like it was in pain. I didn’t know which was more dangerous, the wild animal or me. 

“Before we start, can you tell me one thing?” He hushed bending over my pale face. His smell was driving me insane. It was so hard to resist. 

“Ask.” I whispered back digging my nails onto his bare back which he relieved of his white shirt just a few minutes back. 

“Why do you look like you are resisting a maddening urge all the time? You seem to be like you are out of breath all the freaking time. Why?” He looked a bit too curious for his own good. 

“Because I am resisting a maddening urge which drives me crazy.” I said coldly. 

“What is it?” The young fool was getting more curious every passing second. 

“You will know.” I snapped and maybe I saw fear in his eyes. Afterall. 

He started unhooking my blouse, and kissed every pore of my skin wildly. His lips grazed over my body like a hungry lion. Maybe I was the lamb to his touch now. But how long? His fingers mapped my bossom with such accuration that would put great mathematicians to shame. His wet lips ran on the surface of my stomach like a lost man in a desert looking for a drop of pious water. With one pull he undressed me to nothing but sheer skin. He fed his lust on me like he had been starving for ages. I never made love so wild with another human before. I will never forget this object of my desire for as long as I live. We were radiating fire from our bodies like its a volcano waiting to erupt. And just like a tragic war one has to lose in the end and die. But dying in the arms of the one you love makes it worth the loss. While his skin made love to every inch of my skin there was rage and hunger unleashing inside me slowly.

I was on a rollercoaster ride of an electric fusion between our bodies until he kissed my neck. Lightening passed through my blood in that second. Every cell in my body rose to a high tide. It was like a cyclone was taking place inside me. Wrong move my lion. You are the lamb now. He was dived into my collar bone sucking every drop of my elixir when I pulled him back by his hair. He let out a light shriek. 

“You are wild!” He gasped. 

“You know nothing.” I smirked. 

I looked into his deep confused eyes before biting his lips. This time he let out a deafening shriek into the dead night. It was not a love bite. He tasted like my sins. His was the most pure blood I’ve ever tasted. I was thirsting for more. A lot more. It was the best dessert I had in a long time. His blood tasted bittersweet, just like me. 

The poor guy started pushing me away, buy how much can you fight a flesh eater. I fed on his flesh for strength and beauty. I have fed on more. For centuries. And I was starving for a taste like his. He met all my senses. He gave me a different kind of power. The power that shouts sensual. I knew that I’d remember him always. He was my most desired prey. 

I knocked him down with a single blow. The fear in his eyes made me clench my stomach. It was so insanely alluring. I looked at him one last time before devouring on my feast. 

We’re all Cannibals at heart.