Addict

 Addict

Forgotten memories litter the ground in the form of aluminum cans and broken bottles. There is a scarred log smoldering on a pile of gray and white ash. Hungover zombies rustle alive with a pounding in their clouded heads. A few of the living dead stir with a craving for more poison still coursing throughout their veins. Their only memories of the previous night are scattered due to the massacre of brain cells, but I remember. Oh how well I do remember.

It was a cool and early evening when the love of my life Tempy- short for Temperance- made herself a lamb for sacrifice. After she mixed up the concoction, she took her first sip of arsenic kool-aid. She saw nothing but a tasty beverage where I saw the temptress of my life calling out not to me, but to the monster within. Tempy asked me if I would be okay with her and her family poisoning themselves with the drug, my drug. I lied. As the night rolled on it became harder and harder to keep my corrupt thoughts away. I was however given control of the campfire, that at least kept the monster at bay. I watched as the poison inside those around me took charge making them insane. I could no longer see Tempy looking back at me, I only saw the temptress in her eyes. She looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes and spat.

“Could you make me another drink?”

I was full of rage not only because the Temptress was challenging me, but also because the bittersweet aroma of poison on her breath wafted into my face and became unbearable not to me but to the monster. I accepted her challenge and walked toward the camper as the monster gnawed at my wall of sobriety, but I wouldn't let my guard down, least of all to him.

Inside I began to mix the tainted concoction. When I opened the bottle of sin my eyesight went red. I had smelled the sweet nectar not of gods, but of demons. As my blood pressure got higher I poured the poison in Tempy's cup and backed away as fast as possible to catch my breath. I could feel the monster clawing at my insides begging for freedom.

“One sip won't hurt, come on, let me out of here you pathetic meat sack your all dried up let me wash your veins with Dante’s drink.”

I closed my eyes for what seemed like an eternity until the pressure left my head suppressing the monster long enough to finish Tempy's drink. I went back outside and managed to pass The temptress her drink and went back to tend the fire with a smirk of victory creeping across my face. Seeing that she had failed the temptress became reckless. She used the campfire as a homing beacon to get my attention. Now that the poison has temporarily confused Tempy's motor skills she came close to plunging into the fire more than once.

For a time I was becoming use to the intoxicated hyenas as the roared with laughter and for the first time that night the monster in me seemed to be resting. That is until I heard Tempy's soft voice once again being contorted into a lustful cry. I looked to see the temptress yelling for the first of many times that night the name of another man.

“Gabe! Make me another Jager bomb.”

Although I knew I wasn't being replaced it was the temptress trying to make me jealous not only for the presence of another male in Tempy's sweet vocabulary, but also the envy for not having what he had to offer. She only wanted him for his cup of evil deception and if I mustn't lie I also wanted it. Oh how I wanted the smooth taste of fake happiness to run throughout my body. After a few times of being pummeled by the jealousy the temptress seemed to ease up a bit, but only to walk up to me and place her lips to mine. She kissed me so gently yet so fiercely I was locked to her, my whole body felt chained. It wasn't Tempy's kiss that kept me there like so many other times. It was the taste of sin on her lips. I was deceived to believe Tempy was back in control of her body, but she wasn't. I felt the monster come to the surface in full force wanting nothing more than a taste, a gulp of the poison, to drown himself in it. I could only see red once again. I smelled the sweet and salty scent of poison and blood as a wave of desire crushed into me. The sweet sensual poison I yearned for all night was there right beneath Tempy's skin. All I need do is bite and the temptress would be mine, but I wouldn't allow myself to do it. I back away as soon as I could. The moment only lasted a second but felt like forever. Still in shock of myself, I once again locked away the monster in the form of an alcoholic vampire. Seeing I wouldn't budge she began using Tempy's body and voice to persuade me.