I
am the Beast
“Phil are you ok?” a
voice called from the next room.
No, he wasn’t ok. He
clutched his head, grabbing onto the table; memories of the previous night
slowly surfacing in his mind. He grinned a bloody smile; what a night that was…
He entertained a
flashback of himself as the beast as he raced through the woods, powerful
muscles working his legs at a lightning pace, his nose guiding the way, his
mind given over to blissful, feral instinct. He saw himself leap over a fallen
trunk and round the corner in a ball of fury and hunger, saliva flying from his
mouth. He saw the doe as the shock passed over her face and he relived the rush
as he sunk his teeth into her warm body.
He stumbled into the
kitchen, eyes glistening with the memories, grabbed two bottles of water from
the fridge and went looking for Shauna. He found her in the bedroom, sitting up
in the bed, wearing his filthy shirt from last night – ripped and stretched to
compensate for his enlarged body her face painted with exhaustion and dirt. She
smiled at him as he tossed her a bottle of water, “You ok?” She asked again.
“Yeah I’m ok.” A
flashback of her hunting popped up in his mind, he saw her beautiful golden fur
glisten in the moonlight as she ripped the jugular from the throat of one of
her victims. The blood flecks were still on her lips, it was beautiful. I
crawled in next to her and kissed her, savouring the taste. We would have to
get up soon, we had responsibilities to take care of, errands to run. We had to
return to the mundane for the day…
But not tonight.
Tonight we would let go again, shed the petty cloaks we wore for society and
embrace that which lay underneath. Our eyes drifted longingly up to the sky,
fixing on the point where the full moon normally hung.
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