Instinct, it is ultimately the driving point of every biological life form. If it breathes, if it's alive in some form or shape it had instinct, a natural and automatic set of presets that they would follow. The homeless man sure wasn't expecting me, but he was prepared. As I rushed him he spread his hands out in front of him as he made a barrier of light, it was weak as opposed to the true power a card like that should be able to bring, but it was just enough to deal with me.
*Bang!*
There was a small rebounding force from the barrier that blasted me backwards, it wasn't as strong as I'd expected so all I had to do was dig my heels into the ground while I used the claws in my hand as an anchor. All I had going for me right now was an intense haze of bloodlust and hunger, and strange as it was to a more clarified part of my mind, this homeless man, looked to be nothing but food to me, and I needed to eat him, how…..I don't know, but I need to eat.
I rushed him again, this time he was able to send the barrier flying outwards me, it was obvious that he wanted to use it to push me back into the river, and there was no way in hell I'd be going back into the water. It hurt worse than getting doused in acid and robbed me of every strength to move, I don't know why I'm reacting that way to it, but that's a sure fire way to an early grave.
I slid under the barrier surprising the homeless man as he gave a squawk of surprise. He had absolutely no battle sense or even experience in the best way to utilize the card, but then again neither did I, I was just moving a lot better than I ever possibly could before, but in the end I was just still driven to one thing and one thing only. I leapt at him, but he reacted and covered his entire body with the same barrier, leaving it as a light film over his body.
Once again I was thrown back, but I reached out with my left hand to grab his shoulder. There was a crack akin to glass breaking as a few of my claws found purchase. I dragged myself back and delivered a claw assisted blow to his head, forcing him to the side as he crashed to the ground. But not before throwing a fist that rocked my jaw, forcing me to take a step back in pain as fury lanced through me.
There was a rock besides us that was just large enough to fit into my hand. I picked it up and brought it down hard against the side of his face, the barrier protected him. He chuckled then proceeded to spit in my face, in response I brought the rock down again on his head, again it rebounded. Then I did it again and again and again, my body on top of his trapping him as I smashed that rock over and over again until I heard the first crack.
His eyes shot wide open in the process, perhaps he was out of energy, or there was a limit to how much damage his barrier could take, but regardless of what it was, I had a way in. And I was going to utilize it as beast as I could, so I kept smashing and smashing, by this point he had taken to screaming, crying out for help in the hopes that someone would hear him and come save him, I swung harder, his head rocked to the side as blood flew up and the rock came back splattered….the barrier was gone.
My nose flaring with my eyes getting dilated I licked the side of his head, running my tongue over the wound again and again as I lapped up the life giving nectar that poured out from it. My body shuddered, this was so good, it was divine but I needed more, just this was not enough, I need to feel it flow. With a single yank the thick clothes along with the flea ridden scarf he had around his neck was ripped to shreds, and then much to the shock of myself and most definitely him too, I bit him.
The fangs I haven't being paying attention to all this while, sunk into his neck, going right for his jugular vein. It pumped, I was elated, enough to let out a pleased groan as my nose still flared and I was beset by an arousal. Not that I found the ugly freak attractive, plus I was more a woman's kind of guy and would definitely not be playing for the same team. But the sensuality of the action, the way his blood flowed into my mouth, smooth and silky, sliding down my throat like the caress of a lover's touch long missed.
It was like getting high and getting a boost of energy as the same time. I thrust, I'm not proud of it, not even in that very moment as my harness liked against his leg and the ground. He groaned, whether from pleasure or from pain, but I didn't care, I just kept going and going until my stomach felt bloated and full and I was alive as I could be. But much like getting high, you will still have to come down and face the reality of the stupid shit you've done while under the influence.
All I needed to do was take one good look at him to know that he was dead. The paleness of his skin definitely did not help, or the listless gaze that stared into nothing as his head was turned to the side. I've killed a man, I killed a man…..but much worse than that I didn't just kill him…..I ate him? I drank his blood and from the looks of things all of it.
"What's happening to me?" I asked myself softly as I looked at my hands. They weren't shaking, I might have been a little shocked by my actions, hell horrified by it. But I didn't feel anything, well I feel emotions but as far as the death of this man was concerned, I didn't feel anything, I felt nothing at all.
"Hey who's there? This is the police remain where you are, we're coming to help." Like hell I will, I took off in the opposite direction of their voices, eating up distance across the beach and I vanished into the shanty town by the banks of the river, as they called behind me, the night and chaos of the neighborhood of the homeless hid the mess as I vanished into the early morning, a changed man today than the boy I was yesterday.