Page 39 of Blood Lust

An inhuman screech tears through my throat as I ravage him

There is nothing except me and Spencer.

The only things that exist are my hunger and my prey.

Arteries tear open, and his blood pours into my mouth, onto my shirt, his shirt, and the couch where I feed. His heart gives a lopsided pitiful beat and then stops. I pull my mouth away and lick his blood from my fingers. I suck on them to get every last morsel I can.

I feel hands pull me off of him.

Satisfied, my feral self settles and purrs itself back into a slumber in my mind.

It is done. Our enemy is destroyed.

The blood lust fades.

I freeze in place, staring at nothing. My mind is reeling.

Charlee shuts the door quickly and pulls her phone out of her pocket. She is speaking, but I can’t make out the words.

I am too lost in what has happened.

My memories are mine again. I remember my mother, my father, and the family dog. I remember working at my dream job. I remember the first time I met Spence at a college party. Our first date. The first time we made love. The first time he told me he loved me. I remember how he started pulling away, so I held on tighter, all of our plans together, and how I cried myself to sleep so many times. How I nursed bruises and pretended they were nothing.

I remember going to the store and seeing Oz. I remember fighting with Spencer about the insane draw I felt to the stranger. I remember going down the mountain much too fast.

He wouldn’t slow down.

I remember crying and screaming.

I remember falling, breaking.

I remember drowning.

I remember it all, and it is so clear now. No longer visions are spinning across my mind. These are mine now. My thoughts, my experiences. I am whole again.

Not yet whole.

My dark self can shove it for now.

“WREN! Miststück!”

Charlee?

Pain spreads across my cheek, and my head jerks to the side as my friend slaps me.

“Get yourself together, du blöde kuh. We have to go!”

She comes into focus, and I see the relief in her eyes as mine clear and bring me back to the here and now. She is swearing in German. Her accent is thicker than usual. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this upset before.

“Come on, verdammt. I need to get you home!”

She pulls on my arm, and my feet move forward. She opens the door, looks to see if anyone is around, and drags me out of the apartment, deciding it is safe enough.

I vaguely notice we are out of Spencer’s apartment.

Her motorcycle is waiting for us.

Shoving a helmet on herself and me, she yanks me onto the bike behind her. I feel it roar to life beneath us, and we are off. We speed away from my destruction. From my revenge. From Spencer’s corpse.

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