Provoking the beast.

‘Travelling with fresh food, are we?’ the new guy had gotten up walked up and down and then sat in front of me, prattled on about food. Then says this! I'm shocked at first. But that shock quickly turns to rage, as he gets up and saunters back to his previous seat. Gabby looks at me, a flicker of worry in her eyes. As much as she wants to be like me, I don’t think she likes the idea of becoming my next meal. Which is a thought I have tried very hard to battle out of my mind. Now, though, the smell of her warm, pulsing blood and the thought of feeding provoke my senses.

I want to punch the new guy’s lights out. But I'm stuck to my seat, not wanting to move. Moving makes the smell of blood all the more obvious, moving through it, breathing harder from exertion, the strength of my hunger growing every second. I cough, the hunger pains beginning to grip me, making me dry heave. The beast inside of me is more awake now than I think it’s ever been. That guy certainly has a way with words, I’ll give him that. I shall also choose to hate him for that.

The growl that escapes my lips mingles with a growl from my stomach, the hunger and the beast in unison. I don’t need a mirror to know that my eyes are red. My hands are tight around the head rest of the chair in front of me, though I don’t remember putting my hands there. Gabby is pressed up against the window, trying to get away from me. I don’t want to scare her, but in this provoked state, I can’t really do much about that. I feel my body stand up and storm over to the new guy, but my mind is totally detached. I have no idea what is happening to me.

I swear at him, calling the guy every foul name I can think of and try to punch him, but he blocks my blow with ease. My mind is screaming at me to stop making an idiot of myself – I can’t even punch properly! – but my body doesn’t hear or ignores my mind. I see the guy grinning. He got to me, and it’s exactly what he wanted. This only makes me angrier, for some reason and I pull him out of his seat, throwing him down the aisle. He laughs.

I can hear people screaming, but I don’t care. It all sounds like I'm underwater anyway. I can feel the bus jerking as it slows and comes to a stop. The guy gets up and is yelling at me. The beast is in total control.

The End

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