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Satisfaction
Feb. 14th, 2007 05:10 am[private]
The first thing I remember was the hunger when I woke up, a hunger that was tearing me up inside. I wasn't thinking about anything that had happened to me only hours earlier. All I could focus on was this insane need to feed.
Liz was the first person I saw. I didn't remember her as the girl I'd stolen away from a friend at my combination birthday and New Year's Eve party. At that time, I didn't even remember how painful it was when she bit me. The only thing that registered was that I wasn't supposed to hurt her. She spoke to me, and I can't remember exactly what she said, but I knew she was going to help stop the pain.
We were at her place, an abandoned warehouse in downtown L.A. She had me in her room, but I could smell that there was someone else there, someone who smelled like food. I rushed towards the door, flung it open and saw a girl in the other room. She screamed when she saw me, but she was tied to a chair just for me. I was on her before she could scream again, my teeth sinking into her neck, her sweet, hot blood filling my mouth. The thick fluid was heaven to me as it slid down my throat and sated my ravenous hunger. I could taste and smell her fear mingling with her blood, making me stronger.
It was over too quickly, but the searing pain inside me was gone. I pushed the girl's lifeless body away from me, upending the chair and feeling a strange sense of contentment at seeing her topple over with it. Liz joined me then and wished me a happy birthday, and that's when I remembered everything that had led to me being there with her.
The first thing I remember was the hunger when I woke up, a hunger that was tearing me up inside. I wasn't thinking about anything that had happened to me only hours earlier. All I could focus on was this insane need to feed.
Liz was the first person I saw. I didn't remember her as the girl I'd stolen away from a friend at my combination birthday and New Year's Eve party. At that time, I didn't even remember how painful it was when she bit me. The only thing that registered was that I wasn't supposed to hurt her. She spoke to me, and I can't remember exactly what she said, but I knew she was going to help stop the pain.
We were at her place, an abandoned warehouse in downtown L.A. She had me in her room, but I could smell that there was someone else there, someone who smelled like food. I rushed towards the door, flung it open and saw a girl in the other room. She screamed when she saw me, but she was tied to a chair just for me. I was on her before she could scream again, my teeth sinking into her neck, her sweet, hot blood filling my mouth. The thick fluid was heaven to me as it slid down my throat and sated my ravenous hunger. I could taste and smell her fear mingling with her blood, making me stronger.
It was over too quickly, but the searing pain inside me was gone. I pushed the girl's lifeless body away from me, upending the chair and feeling a strange sense of contentment at seeing her topple over with it. Liz joined me then and wished me a happy birthday, and that's when I remembered everything that had led to me being there with her.
