C-Haunted Eternal - His Thirst
Haunted Eternal - His Thirst
Not once that I can remember have I ever truly belonged to me. Not once. There has always been something, or someone that has over taken me, and or my being. There has always been that yearning...
There is a glowing, flickering light showing me that my steps are correct. I am not sure where I am going. I am not sure why I am here or really how I got to this point but I have laid it down. There have been times before when I made a statement like that. That I was laying it down, and I really do not know if I meant it or not. So much has been taken away from me AND I have given so much of myself away. That part of being me is over and done with. I can take this path through this dark cave, through the unknown because it doesnt matter. There is nothing I am hoping for, nothing I fear of losing, nothing I want to gain. I am blank. Maybe it takes me letting go and slipping away into a...nothing, to really see all that I am. Besides, I have a taste of her and for her. I know she is waiting and that gives me strength.
Like a large pile of rags destined for an inferno, and drenched with the strong smell of whiskey, he laid along the path, a heap of a man. When I saw him move, I paused to gaze at him, thinking how easy it would be to kill him right now and end his miserable, pathetic life. Before anything else, I thought about the taste of him on my lips and down my throat.
Something in me gave away. I literally took a step back pressing hard against the stone wall as if the wind crashed into my middle. My hunger stabbed me and my body weakened. As my body bent a little forward I dropped down until my knees hitting the cold coble and my palms pulled me in his direction.
"Old man" I barely whispered but with a raspy voice and stern as I was crawling, no being pulled toward him.
He looked up at me and startled he sat full up and backed hard into the castle wall, kicking with his much worn shoes that were surely held together with dirt not thread.
I asked "Where do you come from?" And then I added "Why are you HERE?" I was not sure what I was feeling or why I just didn’t kill him right away as I would have done any other time or with any other human. This one was different to me. I sensed something incredible about his being and an immediate yearning to know him. Nothing ever had held back my hunger as this, nor caused such a commotion of torture in me.
My sister came to my mind quickly even before the old man could answer. His lips started to quiver as if he was trying to speak to me and to explain. I watched him look around and I knew he was just as bewildered as I was. It was becoming more and more clear; she had put him here for me to feed.
The scent of him rose inside my nostrils and I shook with hunger. It was the look in his soft blue eyes that called me back and I calmed for his sake as I listened. My mouth cringed closed tight, as my teeth wanted to be free and open over his flesh. My tongue swished violently inside its cage and my chest was like a hollow drum, and I was sure he could hear its echo.
"I....I....Well… I am really not sure how I got here" he spoke. His fear was subsiding and then tried to suck another sip from that bottle that his fingers held tight, even in his slumber. "At least it's shelter." His look to me was not arrogant but as a matter of fact and his lips kissed the bottle again. He did not know what I was. He did not know my hunger. He did not know how quickly I could cut open his throat and take his life in my thirst. If he knew what exactly I wanted to do to him, he would not be as settled.
I am not sure what I was thinking exactly but with a surprise even to myself, I heard my own voice. "You thirst." It was not a question, but an observation and my voice could barely speak, so keeping it simple was the plan.
He twirled the bottle in his hand and looked at it with half a smile "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Maybe I can give you the drink you really yearn for." My voice trailed off to pose the question and easing, as I thought about his surrender. Even so, I could not feel that taking this old man’s life was right. Why was I thinking this? My body is in need and here is my supplier. His age shown, and his eyes were beautiful. Those eyes captivated me and little did he know but his eyes were his savor.
I looked into his face that was filled with anticipation and high expectation. It was a first. All the other faces that have looked at me when I was about to take their lives, only shared with me their fears and dread. My hand found its way to his face and I softly caressed his pale wrinkled flesh, and all I could feel was sorrow. That much sorrow made my entire body tremble and my thoughts were that no one person should be made to carry that much sorrow. His pain in some way comforted me, and I found the strength to quiet its calling.
As I stood up I grabbed the empty bottle from his hand and gave him my other, helping him up to stand face to face with me. And that would be my face looking up to his as he stood about 6 feet tall and in rather good shape for a man of his age but I would guess his age to be 67 give or take a few years. He seemed weak but not by lack of muscle but for the lack of desire and will.
The bottle in my hand had turned to a new bottle of the best whiskey and I handed it to him. Our bodies both shook with laughter. Seeing his smile made me feel warm like nothing else and in an effort to keep that ignited, my empty hands caressed all of him from the top of his head to his feet and when I stood up again I gasped even amazed myself.
His gray hair was no longer messed and thin but now thick and combed back showing a beautifully happy and clean face. His cheeks were rosy red and popped out like cherries. Those soft blue eyes were outlined with black eyelashes and his lips....they smiled.
The rags he had been wearing were now turned to a gorgeous set, black trousers and a crisp white shirt. My fingers touched the buttons as if to straighten an already perfect view and I kissed his cheek smelling not only his life but mixes of spices. His smiling face held a taste for passion and his lips met mine hard and our kiss was deep. I pulled back only to show him the table sitting just a few feet from us filled with lavish dishes and set ready for him to dine.
As he took his seat in the large gold throne with red velvet lining, I poured us both tall glasses of whiskey and handed him his. We clicked our crystals and I watched him drink, followed by our heavy laughter and my heart felt his joy. I watched him enjoy his meal as I was thirsting for mine.
