ThirstyA Story by Spirit <White Wolf>
Previous Version This is a previous version of Thirsty. I feel the thirst beginning to rise. The smell of human blood fills my nostrils. I dash off to my room and hide in the darkness there. I await for the thirst to leave but it just builds. I have gone beyond the limit of waiting. I rush into my closet where the cold iron chains await me. I lock myself up but to no avail. The thirst is high and the smell so strong, that I begin to change. As my change completes, I pull myself free from my chains. I hear my family, only three. I run to the living room and being my frenzy. I kill the child and begin on the man. When his blood touches my lips I go into a haze, the sweet hot liquid running through me. I tear them both apart savoring the woman for last. Blood splashes and spills everywhere. The woman lashes out at me but doesn't do much, I finish on the man and turn my ravish nature on her. I lung for her neck and bite down hard. She cries out in pain as I begin to feed. SOon I have my fill of blood and tear her apart, chewing on the limbs, and filling up on the meat. I claw at the walls and break the furniture. I curl up on the couch and fall asleep there. I awake caked in blood and look around. Parts of my family are everywhere. Blood and claw marks cover the walls. THe after taste of blood lingers in my mouth. With shock and horror I realize what I had done. Now I roam the streets at night quenching my thirst on those who pass me. © 2008 Spirit <White Wolf>Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 20, 2008 Last Updated on May 23, 2008 AuthorSpirit <White Wolf>Boone, IAAboutI write a lot of poems but I do have one book that I am working on getting published. Its called Animungus Lupus which means Shape-Shifting wolf in latin. I'm am major writer. I write about everything.. more..Writing
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