~*articulate what forever smoulders*~
In fact, you feel a little better, as if all the thousand minor aches and annoyances that come with simply existing had been swept away. The annoying niggling back pain, the ingrown hair on your knee, hell, even where you bruised yourself falling down the front steps - all gone.
You sit up, marvelling. Your body feels lighter, tighter, as if all the skin and muscles have decided to work as they should work, making you stronger and healthier than ever. A quick look at your skin reveals, under the blood, that the little nicks and scars are gone. You feel, simply, like a better YOU - if slightly blood-covered.
Gazing around, you take in the fullness of your room. The blood mostly concentrates around you, splashing over the covers as if it was painted there with a severed hand. You hear a steady drip as it leaks off a corner of your sodden sheets, and you can see a trail where it makes its way to seep under the door.
Then you look down. The man is there. His neck is savaged, nothing more than strips of red meat, as if they it was torn away by an animal. His eyes are bulging in pain and fear, and his skin is white and drawn - anemic, bloodless.
Looking down at the man, at yourself, you notice for the second time the blood around you - and feel, stirring deep inside your body, inside your VEINS, a throbbing need for more.
You sit up, marvelling. Your body feels lighter, tighter, as if all the skin and muscles have decided to work as they should work, making you stronger and healthier than ever. A quick look at your skin reveals, under the blood, that the little nicks and scars are gone. You feel, simply, like a better YOU - if slightly blood-covered.
Gazing around, you take in the fullness of your room. The blood mostly concentrates around you, splashing over the covers as if it was painted there with a severed hand. You hear a steady drip as it leaks off a corner of your sodden sheets, and you can see a trail where it makes its way to seep under the door.
Then you look down. The man is there. His neck is savaged, nothing more than strips of red meat, as if they it was torn away by an animal. His eyes are bulging in pain and fear, and his skin is white and drawn - anemic, bloodless.
Looking down at the man, at yourself, you notice for the second time the blood around you - and feel, stirring deep inside your body, inside your VEINS, a throbbing need for more.