In The Black

Rac awakens in a cold shiver. Beads of sweat cascading over his brow.
He reaches across the bed, but only to knock an empty whiskey bottle onto the floor.
He can feel it again...
That urge...
That feeling of desperate hunger,...feeling of primal rage.
Blood now runs like ice through his veins.

He throws back the covers and stumbles in pain into the bathroom.
Its happening again..FUCK... FUCK....He mumbles through his gritted teeth, slumped over the wash basin.
As he slowly looks up into the mirror, the image of his eyes morphing into pools of black ink blots, are the last things he sees before entering his own black.

He awakens yet again, the night has passed.

Sun rays cutting like a vampire's curse.

The day is long.. On his last tattoo for the evening, the latest news headlines are broadcasted. .
".Mutilated body discovered under Midway Bridge"
Rac looks up.
"50% of the body skinned".

He can feel it happening again....FUCK.