Addicted to You

Hungry like the Wolf

Walking that corridor yet again, following the blinking lights and sounds of wailing and moaning. I scanned my pass, entering a high security post. Tier three access flickered on the monitor letting me through. "Welcome Sir, my records state you are the 5th clone to have entered today, 189th in total. Be aware that your last clone may still be where you left it" I already knew this and so I wandered past, the smell of blood was hard to ignore as I continued down. This was normal. I approached the layered protective glass and peered through.

There she sat atop my corpse. My face was strewn with blood and bruises, my shirt was torn open exposing a myriad of bite marks and scratches. Below the waist...well, I feel it unnecessary to describe the damage.

Despite this I scanned my pass, the light glowed green in response. I walked, the blood pooling at my feet. She lunged, her mane of blonde hair flicking and falling on my shoulder. Her body forced onto mine, heavy and warm. Her heart raced against mine. I felt her breath hot and fast against my cheek as her hands pressed me to the wall.
The smell of my blood from her mouth as her tongue traced her lips, which were coated in specks of dry darkened blood. Her teeth plunged into my neck, the pain was...minimal.

She pulled back, her tongue flickering like a snakes. The crazed and sultry look in her dark eyes was almost primal...like a sharks.

"Next time" she breathed in my ear "Come and see me yourself instead of sending these worthless clones!!" I stayed still, knowing she'd work out her frustration and desires on my fresh corpse. "I don't know what you mean, Ha-" she struck my face with her fist. She still insisted on wearing the tattered lab coat, dual pigment goggles and gloves of her sane cloned counterparts. "Don't give me that crap! You should know better" her words were cold and emotionless as she growled and swiped at me. "I know what 'you' taste like" she growled, continuing to bludgeon my ribs and stomach. Suddenly she recoiled and smiled, laughing. "You know, I feel despair and fury all the time! I get bored, even with myself! The only time I'm ever satiated is with your bloody corpse in my hands!!" With that, she threw herself to her knees, dropping the clone and wailing.

Walking that corridor for the first time in years. Following the blinking light and sounds of wailing and moaning which sent a little chill down what was left of my so called spine. I scanned my pass, entering a high security post. Tier 10: unlimited access flickered on the monitor letting me through. "Welcome Sir, Sir? Are you sure you want to continue, even the high level clones haven't passed the test?" I scanned my card again.

I continued, the pungent stench of rotting corpses stung my nose and unsettled my stomach. I walked anyway, following the haunting melody of her wails. I peered cautiously through the high containment glass.

She was sat, head down in the centre of the room, her legs splayed like a damaged doll, and her hair encircled her head in thorny blonde tufts. I gingerly tapped the glass. Her head bolted upwards, eyes locking in on me. I scanned my pass and walked in, my legs weak underneath me. My heart pounded and throbbed. She didn't lunge, instead she walked slowly, akin to a wild beast stalking its prey. "Mine lover hath returned...what be'ist the occasion?..." she whispered, her eyes never leaving my gaze.

I stayed silent. She towered over me pinning me to the now closed door. Her hand slid under my shirt, tracing my scars and burns. She licked her other hands finger and traced my cheek where some sort of ashy residue had remained from an experiment. "Tsk tsk, you should be more careful, soot on that sweet little nose of yours, grey in that soft hair..." she breathed in my face, so close that I could see the fangs poking out behind her lips. "Even those baby blues look dull..." with that, she pulled at my lab coat, peeling off and tossing it to the bloody ground. She too slid out of hers, showing pale scarred and freckled skin. She pushed me to the floor and threw herself down on me. I expected a fight, biting, clawing, maiming, but she simply kissed my mouth. With the kiss came a warmth I vaguely remembered, her fangs bit at my lip as her hands stroked my hair and my cheek.

Her hands moved downwards and tugged at me, every motion was done with such a violent force. This was completely unexpected.

When I woke bruised and battered, in a cold dank and reeking room, on a floor coated with dried blood. The beast laid next to me, her hair spread out around her head, some stray pieces brushing her closed eyes. Here I could pretend she never changed, with those crazed eyes shut and her hands not around a throat, or elbow deep in blood. The hair was different though, Hannah kept her hair brushed and neat, with a soft smell of apple. I remembered playing with her locks as she drank her coffee. That crazy smile was comforting then, it meant she'd made a breakthrough. It was meant to be a fairytale, the lab owner and the lead scientist, working together, maybe even married. Her breath was like hers too, they both drew breath through the mouth, complaining about how it would dry out her mouth in the mornings. I should leave, definitely. I had much to do but somehow I couldn't let my stare leave her face. Instead of leaving I counted her freckles feeling the short puffs of hot breath on my cheek. I might never get this opportunity again. 47. I made it to 47 before she started to stir. I still didn't move. "Why do you make me feel so much like Hannah again?..." she murmured before opening her eyes. Still I didn't utter a single word. Her eyes closed again and her hand moved to my chest. "You aren't scared...why?" She said her eyes still shut. "I could never be scared of you...Hannah." I uttered quietly. "Go then if you must, cannot have you being late because of little old me." She said before sitting up. "No more clones, they smell like egg and taste like soap." I tried not to smile. "Fine then, I'm going..." I got up and left, my pass beeping as I did. "Hannah....happy birthday" I whispered as the glass slid behind me.