It’s like stepping down into a pool, I get myself accustomed to the space I just penetrated. I grow stronger each time I feed. She whips her groggy head around to look at me, scanning my face. The urges we get in our monstrous afterlife seem to be extreme manifestations of the dark urges we buried away in our subconscious as humans. In this one, He sniffs and creeps around a college dorm while two girls sleep. The last person left a while ago. I sit alone in the computer lab on the third floor. I kiss her tenderly on her warm neck, then her temple, “Shhh, that’s enough.”
Then, still holding my hand over her mouth, I grab a fistful of hair with the other. Silver, the sun, blood. A monster stands in their room as they sleep. Pictures on the left desk. The hair is still a bit damp.
