Elleanor met him when she was 12; when her life turned upside down and fate decided to play with her heartstrings. It made her think that Death was indeed following her around, killing everything and everyone she ever considered dear to her.
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Rahu
I open the door to the cabin with one hand while carrying the almost dead body in my other arm, and come inside not bothering to turn on the lights. I make my way over to the couch, lay the body on the right side and sit ungraciously by the left side. The girl is small enough to still leave a lot of space unoccupied even with me sitting on the couch too.
I must truly be fucked up in the head to have brought a child here. What the fuck am I supposed to do with it now? What if it dies and stinks up my entire cabin?
Shit. It's all your damn fault. You should be the one dealing with this, not me.
Yes. Let me out. I want to eat her!
I pinch the bridge of my nose. What a fucking nuisance. Having to share a body with the feral part of my soul is a pain in my ass.
She must taste so good. HELL I want to get a taste of her flesh!
Shut up. Wasn't it you who wanted to keep her alive until we got hungry again?
Wake her up. Make her run and scream for her life so we can chase her down!
I hit my head twice with my fist to make the beast retreat to the back of my mind as it is forcefully trying to gain control of my body again. As much as it smells bloody good, I can't let my instincts take over and get my way with it.
It is just a child. We don't eat children, even if they are human offspring.
I rub my hands over my face, tiredly. What a fucking weekend. All I wanted was free time to get a good fucking meal, to have peace and quiet for once! Now I have a dying child in my hands. Fucking great.
I make my way over to my bedroom to look for my phone. I know just the right person to come and take care of this mess, I can't fucking deal with this shit right now. Blood. Fresh meat. Kill her!
I ignore the irrational bastard and dial the number I know off the top of my head. It takes two rings for the annoying cheering voice to reach my right ear.
"Hunter speaking! How can I help you, dear Rahu?"
"Come to the cabin."
The silence stretches for a few seconds before he speaks up again.
"Are you into some kind of trouble again?"
"Just fuckin-"
"Alright, alright! Geez, man. I was just worried because you never call unless you have made a mess of something! Last time you invited me over I had to spend the entire week cleaning the cabin up because of the bloodbath you left behind so I was jus-"
I press the end button and cut the call before his rambling snaps my almost nonexistent patience. What a bloody fucking mess.
I throw the phone on the unmade bed, take off my pants and leather jacket as I head for the bathroom. I need a shower to get rid of all the dirt and blood caking my hair and covering most of my skin. Blood. Don't wash it off! Let's lick it clean!
