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Suits me just fine.
I realize too late that she is making a play to control my body. I feel her slink her way into the mechanics of my nervous system. Everything I am is now hers to command. I struggle to stop her, to force my way back in. No use, it was over the moment she had her claws in me.
I feel as she pulls harder.
I can see what’s happening, but I am powerless to stop it.
I see my arms grip tight onto the human.
I feel when drinking turns to ripping.
Shredding.
Oz is behind me, trying to pull me off. Rolando had his hands on the man, trying to get him out of my grasp.
MINE.
I drink his blood and continue to tear at his throat. The arms trying to pull me from him are nothing.
Screeching as I devour him.
I can't hear. I can’t see. The only thing that exists is hunger and my prey.
I don’t release him until his heart stops beating.
Rising to my feet, I stare at my handiwork. A sickening wave of satisfaction washes over me, and in an instant, the other Wren is gone. Retreating back inside of me where she came from, I am left to pick up the pieces of her destruction.
I freeze in place, staring at nothing.
A flutter of activity surrounds me. The triplets take my victim’s body from the room and bring it outside. I can hear the clanking of wood being brought together, the sound of something liquid spraying, and then the whoosh of flames as the fire licks his corpse.
Rolando and Charlee set to work removing the blood from the couch.
Hands cup my face, and I don’t know how long they’ve been there. Oz is trying to get my attention. He blocks my view of the distant corner I am staring at.
“WREN!”
Oz is shouting at me?
He never shouts.
Yet he is shaking me by the shoulders, trying desperately to pull me out of my stupor. “Are you alright? Wren!”
He comes into focus, and I see the relief in his eyes as mine find him. “I can’t believe I killed him,” I whisper. Oz crushes me to him, not caring that I stain his clothes with blood.
I can feel him stroke my hair, telling me everything will be okay. “You didn’t mean it,” he excuses.
I had meant it. Well, the other Wren had anyway.
“You’re new to this,” he pushes my actions aside.
I still killed a man.
“It was an accident,” his voice is hushed.
I shove Oz away from me. I don’t believe him. I murdered an innocent man, and he is just so fucking calm about it.
Unable to look at him, or anyone else for that matter, I run upstairs to the bathroom and then lock myself in. I run the hot water in the shower as I scrub the dead man’s blood and torn bits of flesh from my body.
