More from our vampire-y character. And another new character. Are you guys enjoying these? Or should I let this character go to bed for a while? Thoughts.
Prompt: Losing control.
When she came out of the blind rage and back into slow, uneasy awareness, she was in the middle of a field. Her clothes were torn, and her hands felt dry but dirty. Like something had gotten on them and dried into a layer of nastiness.
She puffed out a breath of air that steamed in the cold, wanting to touch her face to get off some of the awful nasty there as well. Finally, she rubbed under her eye with the side of her arm. It didn’t help.
Running a tongue over her teeth, she realized that her fangs had shrunk back into plain canines. That empty, cavernous pit that had opened up in her body had been filled up by something.
She pressed her lips. They were still wet, cold now, but…
Forcing herself to look around, the field opened wide and far. In the distance was a town, but that was a good five or six miles. No houses around. A shell of a barn, but that was it.
So…what did she eat?
I waited too long, she thought. And that happened. I need to not do that again. I cannot wait and wait and wait. I have to find something or I’ll…
She leaped back, eyes wide. It came from a few feet ahead of her, a spot that she had thought was…something else. Even now, as her eyes adjusted in the night of cold stars and only a sliver of moon, it seemed big, bulky, furry. A bear, she thought. A big dog, maybe.
But that sound it made, that was human.
She called out, “Hello?”
The thing – which she realized had been shifting – stopped moving. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
The mound turned to her. It was a bear after all — brown, bleeding, huge, with inky black eyes and a snarling muzzle. “After all that shit. ‘Hello.’ How do you fucking do, psycho bitch from hell…”
The bear was talking.
The bear was talking to her.
“I am…so sorry,” she blurted. “Oh my God, you’re a talking bear and I…I don’t even know what happened. You have got to believe me.”
The bear shivered and the grass around it seemed to take a breath. And after a second, it was gone, and there was a man standing there. Tall, black, with scars that looked pink against his chest. He pointed a finger at her. “You. Need to get your shit together.”
Then, as quickly as all of that had been said, he passed out. Naked and bared in the cold air.
Now what the hell was she supposed to do?