 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:56 pm
The Dream rosemilk You have a dream. In this dream you're not yourself. You could be anywhere -- sitting in class. Sitting in your room. Doing the things you like. All you know is that suddenly in this boring, day-to-day, dull dream you suddenly change. It starts as a longing, a gnawing hunger deep in your gut. You haven't eaten. You're so hungry. Maybe you look around for food -- a candy bar in your bag or your desk, a sandwich you left somewhere, even a water bottle to get something into your system. None of it suffices. You're hungry. You're so hungry. You can't bear how hungry you are. You're in pain, you're so hungry. You stumble around in a fog -- suddenly out of your bedroom or your classroom, dreams are like that. Suddenly you're somewhere else. And there's someone in front of you. You know them, it's a classmate -- -- and you're so hungry. You're so desperately, panic-strickenly hungry. You grab them. They're slow. They smell as delicious as Bella Swan to Edward Cullen after a long period of not vegetarianly eating a wolf the author of this never worked out how that worked, so if you're Frankie Del Rockham you accept this with delight. You're so hungry. They smell so good. The biting's easy, and suddenly your teeth are teeth that rip and shred rather than blunt teeth that can only make ragged, unsophisticated holes -- and the blood's so good and the flesh is so sweet, and so is their screaming. You wake up starving, unfinished and unsatisfied. You're so hungry.
A full schedule of classes, pottery to get done, and a visit to the homeless shelter - Euphemia was exhausted. In a haze of exhaustion, the girl managed to stumble home from the shelter. Every muscle, every bone in her body ached with fatigue. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if they were ready to close at any moment. She wanted to sleep. The thought of the soft, plush bed in her room seemed to beckon to her. It was calling her name. Fatigue wasn't the only thing she felt, though; Euphemia was hungry. No...not just hungry. She was starving.
She had felt hunger before, that was no big deal. But this? Never before had she felt a hunger like this. It was different this time: more gnawing, more dire. The desire to eat this time felt more animalistic than anything, as if she were a wolf stalking its pray. What had gotten into her? This wasn't like Euphemia. It wasn't like her at all. Yet, regardless of that, she couldn't help it. These desires - no, this pain to feed was driving her mad. It was driving her insane. If she didn't get something into her belly soon, then she would shrivel up and die. She could feel it. And that was when she saw it: someone in the hallway that could perhaps give her a little respite.
Arlet.
God, she looked delicious. She was just wearing the typical Barren Pines uniform, but that didn't matter. The girl looked (and smelled) delectable, regardless. It was all Euphemia could do to keep from pouncing on her unsuspecting friend right then and there. But, no. She had to pace herself - she had to be patient. No quick movements, and no sudden outbursts. All that would do was scare her friend a way, and she couldn't have that now, could she? No...if that happened, then she would have nothing to eat.
"Arlet," the potter found herself saying, "I've missed you so much."
The next thing her friend knew, Euphemia's arms were around her. She had pulled the belly-dancer into a warm, loving embrace. This act of love wasn't so strange, was it? Friends hugged each other all the time. Right! It was perfectly natural for Effie to hug Arlet as she did. Actually, the hug was almost comforting. How long had Arlet been waiting for her best friend to embrace her like this again? Perhaps things were starting to look up for her? Maybe Effie had finally broken up with that jerk. Just as these thoughts came to mind, however, something in the hug had changed.
Euphemia's grip had tightened around her friend.
There! She finally had her at last. Tightening her grip, an eerily malicious smirk spread across Euphemia's face. She had done it! There was no way for Arlet to escape now, no matter how much she tried. Resistance, as they so often quoted in the movies, was futile. It was only after her grasp had tightened that the poor girl realized what was going on. There would be no escape for Arlet. Not now. Effie had her in her clutches, just like she had planned.
Panic had set in with Arlet, and that just made it all the better. The hunger the potter was experiencing was so bad, she could taste her companions fear. Taste it, and relish in it, for it just made the experience that much better. If Arlet was smart and didn't struggle, then it would all be over quickly. She wouldn't need to worry anymore. Euphemia would be quick, and the ordeal would be relatively painless. Or at least, that was what she wanted her to believe.
Without even giving her a moment's warning, Euphemia had went in to deliver her final move. The girl's mouth opened to reveal two rows of teeth - not normal, dull and blunt teeth like humans had in every day life - but sharp and jagged ones. Ones that could rip, and ones that could tear. The kind just perfect for sinking into flesh. And that was what she did. What had gone from a gentle hug one moment had turned into a scene of carnage. Jagged teeth sunk into the helpless belly-dancer's flesh, only to rip away a chunk of the girl's neck. Mmm...flesh, it tasted so good. To top it all off, the warm, dark red blood that seeped from the wound tasted even better. Oh, she could just drain Arlet dry.
In fact - Euphemia was going to do just that. Drain her friend dry and then feast on her flesh and bones.
Maybe then this blasted hunger would subside.
Now finished with chewing the piece of meat she had torn off of Arlet's neck, Effie swallowed and then smiled. It was time to finish the job.
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