I had no other choice except throwing myself over the couch and detoxify myself by gulping beer...
Those words were like a whirlwind in my brain. All those nefarious thoughts, sinister sights of the body whose soul was stripped out of his body.....by ME.....
I just came after a chaotic kill, with the gore all over my sweatshirt, my fangs were plaques with the blood. Shit man! I mean, it was more or less a daily chore for me, then why on the earth was it bothering me till death!!
I poured the beer can straight down my throat to wash all the blood that was still left in my fangs. Intoxicating and detoxicating myself simultaneously. One after another, I drank ten cans of beer straight away. My head was spinning, I couldn't be steady at all.....
...The man I killed was drinking beer, too when I grabbed his breakable neck and pierced my fangs in his leathery hard skin and he barfed blood. His blood, heavily impregnated with salts, made me nausic....
" This vision...oh...oh .....GOD!!!" it made me flinch back in horror, like I have been killed instead of him.
I saw the gore on my sweatshirt and it made my pupil dilate. At once, I separated it from my body. I was filthy..... filthy like the HELL!!!
I drank more and more....more, to forget it....to kill this feeling of guilty.....to drown the 'conscience' in it...
My cellphone rang in the breast pocket of my sweatshirt that I threw the other side of the room. Soaked as I was, I had to crawl to get it. My hair dripped, I was sweating heavily.
"Hello, who is this?" I stammered.
"Heya Aaron, gotta work to do." it was Rami, my partner in our business of killing people for money. I killed while she managed the money.
I understood what does she mean by ' work' and it filled me with tons of rage.
" O Hell! how dare u call me? Listen to it clearly, I am NOT gonna struck my head in whatever HECK you are upto, DO YOU HEAR???"
I screamed louder and for sure I noticed that my voice broke.....
"AHH well! she said," So... you are turning your butt towards our business.Ehh, aftershocks!! I understand. Anyway, I've got a quite humongous deal with a client,Mr. Song Kwan. As the matter of fact, I know that you are not gonna let me down,are you? So, I'm leaving it upon you. Call me back when you are sobber, see ya!" and the line died.
.........
My breathe was heavy and I was hearing it's wheezing sound..... going in .... coming out....and again in, like a consumptive child.
My rampaging thoughts were hitting me by-and- by. My temple ached hard ".....huhh.... sleep...yessss....I need to sleep.."
A metallic taste lingered .I knew that I was toxicating myself again!! Creepy!! Frantic!! I slipped down from couch on the floor with the couch still supporting my wrecking back.
I was breathless, my carotid knocked out my temple " I need to sleep... sleep.." I was poisoned by my own venom. It always happened when I gave way to my emotions. I lost self- control and the venom started bluing my nerves....My head lolled back on the couch and my hair uncovered my forehead.
The only words that'd slipped out of my dried lips were 'sleep'.....
I was hypnotizing myself to sleep and let the venom drain back in the venom pockets of my body.....