DARIEN VALENTINE
“Some say the world will end in fire, some ice, and still others claim humanity… If there is one thing I’m certain of, it’s that Valentine will screw us all.”
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Answer our call in the desperate hour
Shelter our fall from earthly power
Temper our souls with fire and furnace
Bear us toward a noble purpose
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Frustration wasn’t a word that could meet with the carnal power of my anxiety.
It was a physical feeling that would start in my toes and work its way through my very bones, darkening my thoughts and stealing away the enthusiasm of my step. It was a transmissible disease, which though I know the cure, was incurable. It held an impossible task, and in order to achieve it, I would be forced to rebel against myself. A paradox.
That in itself was enough to muddle my brain up to the point where I knew only one thing, one thing that held my covetous gaze through its fortitude of bushes and brambles, to the near left of a worn-out old stone, and atop a moss covered root that protruded at the most peculiar angle.
But then there was the smell.
That charming cologne, that intoxicating inferno that lit up my senses, which alone held the ability to make my mouth too wet but my tongue too dry, that, that last elemental quality that would quench the preparatory contractions in my closing throat.
Almost on its own accord, my fleshy, pink muscle slid from between its marble jail-bars and slid over the parched lip that longed to kiss the prize devoted to the cause of my appetite.
Nothing else mattered.
Nothing but tasting the perfectly symmetrical pool in the heart of the clearing I stood just on the edge of, the pool of warm blood.
Wolf blood.
The smallest, most insignificant of breezes wafted almost serenely over the heady scent, oblivious to its own purpose, and swayed into lungs, mine, which by this time began to constrict with desire.
Bad dog.
My vision dimmed until all I could see was the red focal point that stood so undaunted by my ravenous company.
Why didn’t it run?
Could it not sense the presence of an adversary?
I blinked.
And suddenly, looming beneath me was the very thing I’d craved for so long.
Any alarm at being so near temptation evaporated into clouds of lust, my eyes concurrently fluttering, rolling back into my skull as I , no longer in control of my own body, breathed the aroma, so much more vibrant up close.
My heart pinged about, threatening to combust as it pumped intoxicated fuel throughout my skin which was now much too hot.
A guttural groan sounded like the red flashing of alarms through the elusive veil of need, and somewhere deeper inside I knew the sound came from me.
But that didn’t matter.
All that mattered was feeding.
All that mattered was my tongue, closer, closer, so much closer to the thick, creamy liquid.
So close..
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The familiar sensation of blind panic pricked every on-edge nerve in my body as my eyes pried themselves open, plunging me into a blurry, waking world of blacks and greys.
Tremors shook my body and I felt salty sweat on the tip of my tongue.
Only a dream.
But they had the same reaction on me every time, the tremors, the paranoia and blind terror that would continue to build as long as I let it thrive.
Stumbling to my feet, I felt the aching miasma of hysteria hitting the back of my throat and everything became painfully focused as my eyes dilated impossibly further.
I had to find someone.
I had to find something to release this pent-up desperation or I knew, from experience, that it would only end all the worse for me.
Teeth chattering, I headed straight into the denser foliage as an entire new kind of want tingling up my icy spine and settling itself, a closed fist, in my stomach.
The fur up and down my half-awake backbone bristled and my tail laid low, my ears level with my head as they struggled to mute the deafening silent-noise resounding around my skull.
The feel of my paws rhythmic pounding only heightened the bewildering clamor hidden behind the wall keeping what I heard from what the world did.
I was a predator, now, and I pitied the unfortunate soul that found me.
Unless I found them first, that is.
Because that’s what assassins do- we hunt, we locate, and we eliminate.
Isn’t it.
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