Darkness by F. Bradshaw

Author:F. Bradshaw [Bradshaw, F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: F. Bradshaw
Published: 2014-04-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

I moved rapidly to that which I needed. I needed the human blood on the air, its sweet fragrance calling me. So many things called to me. As I passed a cow, it made only a movement before I was upon it. There was no thought on pain or feelings, but it was all consuming hunger. I could still smell the death I had brought them. The smell lingered in the air even though the cows were long since gone.

The ground smelled like them. It cried out in pain as I bit down harder. I gave it what it needed. The venom I could taste as it flowed back to me with the blood. It was like adding spices to a bland mixture. The blood tasted more alive with venom in it. I could taste the grass as the cow had. I could smell the world as it had. Part of me drank in the senses of the cow. How blind I had been when it came to this. I had feared to eat, to take. No fear now.

I ran full steam toward the house dropping the cow. I needed to feel alive. I had gotten a taste, small enough to make me want more. Humans had more life in them. They were full of complicated wants and endless desires. I was so cold. Flashes of red keeping time pulled me closer to it. I could see the house I was so close. No stopping now. For the first time, I knew what it meant to be me. I was a monster to them as I would be the one eating them, same as a cow thinks of a human. Monsters we all are.

A sharp pain and a pulling on my leg held me back from what I wanted. A wolf held me by the ankle snarling at me trying to get me to stop. I tried to kick it free to move beyond it. There would be lots of time to have a snack later. I was ready for the main course. I wanted human. It would not let go. I did not have time for this, but if it wanted to die this badly, I would let it.

Turning to it, and I lunged for its neck. I was going to get free from this stupid wolf. It bit down harder. I could feel the cold dead blood running freely from my body. The wolf renewed the rage I felt. Poor wolf, it had gone after the wrong little red riding hood. This one was already dead and loved to have wolf for dinner, especially, if he already ate the granny. A fire started to pass up my leg from the wound. What did it have? Rabies or something?

I turned to it, kicking and beating it, trying to get free from its grasp. Growling and snarling, it would not let go. Blood, human blood, wetted his coat. The smell of this human blood was new to me. I could not help but to bite in.

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