CARNAL DESIRE


     I do, always, what I must do, because I cannot undo it. This is the harsh truth of reality. I hunt humans and thrive on their blood. I send a shudder to many souls. I don't want to be the monster that I am. Especially in the current situation considering the subject of my love.
     I saw him for the first time when he came to the market going from fruit to fruit smelling some and taking a bite here and there. He looked so calm, elegant and above all harmless. He saw me and gave me a childlike smile. I was head over heels in love with him. A social outcast like me, a bloodsucker was in love with this soft and caring angel. That's when I decided that its time for change. I will never hunt for blood again. I know its going to be tough to face my kind, I might be ousted from my community but its going to be infinite times difficult to control the carnal perpetual thirst that I have for the warm crimson viscous liquid. But I have to make my love work. A sacrifice for eternal fulfillment and a grand union. Tonight I am going to meet him to declare my feelings and submit myself to him.
     As I started towards his house nervousness swept over me. I had to overcome all my social awkwardness to express my pure and uninhibited affection towards him. The moon shone with all his brightness somehow calming me. I reached his place and that's when I saw her sleeping on the bed. Just one glance was enough to know that she was in a deep slumber, utterly defenseless. The heat radiated from her body. The hot juicy blood running through her veins invited me with open arms. I was automatically attracted towards her. It was unbearable but I had to dissociate and focus on the new me. Willing myself with all my might I turned around and detached myself by taking a deep breath in exasperation. Instantly I knew that I had committed a mistake. The musky odor of blood filled my nostrils, burning them. The temptation was irresistible. Swirling around I dug into her slender neck, drilling into it and sucking the sweet nectar. I drank till it quenched my thirst. I was annoyed at my own weakness. I was licking my bloodied mouth when I saw him. The terrified look in his eyes told me that he had seen everything. He disappeared rapidly. I knew that was the last time I will ever see him. Damn. It's hard to be in love with a house fly than being a mosquito.

Location: Bangalore, Karnataka, India

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Swapna said…
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February 8, 2012 at 4:54 PM
Swapna said…
Looks like you got inspired by Twilight saga series.. no offense to Stephenie
February 8, 2012 at 4:56 PM
nrekha said…
I never knew you could brag so much about a mosquito bite..!?!?!?! yes, cant help notice that the "hero" is inspired by the good vampire.... :-)
February 9, 2012 at 3:10 PM
Prutha said…
Interesting story with a very good twist at the end...
February 15, 2012 at 4:55 PM
Sumanth said…
over all a nice write up. but, i felt it would have been better if there was a bit more added into this section: when SHE goes to HIS house and see HER sleeping
February 18, 2012 at 6:28 PM
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