Haunted Eternal - His Thirst
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.
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