Taming The Wild Ones

Chapter Twenty-Two: Onto Abandoned Roads

Something flutters inside of me. A sweet ache clawing at the back of my mind. I try to reach out to the back of my mind, soft tendrils creeping. The ache persists, refusing to be ignored, even after all this time. I can feel it thumping, growing. It's manifesting.

I'm not yet awake but slowing I lumber, letting it coil around and awaken. There's a sudden twitch, sharp and tenative in my neck, as it stretches and lazily purrs.

Hard as marble. Cold as glaziers. It flexs throughout me, filling me up with an ecstatic buzz. My head begins swirling dizzily.

My mouth, no my gums, prob painfully. With eyes still closed I recoil and arch my back, a wonderlust bliss filling my up.
Yes. It whispers. I reach out, slowing sensing things I shouldn't. Church bells ring some place off but the ache troubles me. I test out my body, sliding my hands across a cool surface. It's a numb feeling. I'm trying to touch but there's no feel. What's wrong?

All I feel is this petrifying hunger curling it's way to my toes. What... I can't remember what I last did. My name. I can't even remember that. I start panicking but it holds me down like shackles. My heart starts to spike but nothing beats. All I feel is this ache, this dangerous calm. Too calm.

I roll my neck, muscles stretching, a feeling of superendious power in each movement. Where was the quickening pulse? The warm fear to override this terrible cold. Where was the human?

Something flutter appreciatively inside me. It drew me in, seered pain and burned. I gasped for breath, feeling a flurry nerves shatter. My wind knocked right out of me and the feeling of glass shattering invaded my chest. Oh God, I thought. Hot, liquid pain scathed my chest, fingers prodding into my flesh. I withered and locked my knees, gasping for breath. I clutched onto a cold bar, biting my tongue to stop the screams. Make it stop. Fuck, make it stop. It grip on me tighter, like a snake coiling around me. I felt it shattering me from the inside, fighting to stay alive. Dark, cruel, monster.

It went as soon as it came though in the back of my mind something was different. Stronger, darker with a lucrious touch. There was an instinctive hunger clawing at me. Lurking. Something... other.

Church bells ring in the distance.

For sometime I'm pulled in and out this stupor. It inflicts me with pain until I give in and grows stronger. There's more now. A feeling of heartbreak washes over me reminding me of blue and green eyes. It licks my wounds with predatory possession, crooning in my ear to get even. The feelings come and go. Nameless faces flashing in my mind as I, we, slowly awaken.
This will be my final eruption.

I bolt up in terror, the scream dying in my throat. My hand paws at my chest, seeing the bullet before it even sunk into my flesh. He came to get me, the Lycan.

My eyes flash around, asking a thousand questions at a time. Where was I? I died, didn't I? Something throbbed in my mouth and I groaned in pain. I looked down at my shirt. Dried blood caked over my chest, right above the heart.

There's a thrumming in my ear as I try to understand this. Why wasn't I dead? I jumped at the sound of a door banging, landing crouched like a panther.

Stillness echoed. Cold metal vibrated under my fingertips, small shivers traveling up my spine. I looked at the table, long enough to hold a body.

I climbed off slowly, expecting myself to stumble like a new born child. That's how my mind felt, confused and thrown out. My feet, however, glided across the tiles soundlessly. My back spun against the wall. My hands itched to the door,pushing it with a steady ease. The lock snapped and fell to my feet, the sound clanging down the corridor.