Come Feed the Rain

Walking away from Edward and Lacci took noticeable effort, as if he were swimming against the tide. Thomas hauled himself into the rear of the Jeep and shoved the bottle of tequila into the cup holder. He had no intention of drinking in his current state, but it was what people expected from him and the proper forms had to be followed. Taking a deep breath, Thomas closed his eyes and sank into himself, shuffling through the memories of the past few days in search of some hint, some clue as to how the Hunger had taken control so easily.

The hunter he’d killed to escape. Alice and the soaring freedom of the Hunger’s music. Lacci and the music again. The fear and cage bars. Vlad and Edward and himself mimicking the Hunger’s skill. Fear again. Dru and the madness and the Hunger and the world breaking. Humans and their desires naked on their faces as he took them. Pain and anger and more pain. Edward’s face furious and hurting.( They were ripe for the taking. You were born for this. )