The Hunger That Binds Us

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The stench of blood was heavy in the air, metallic notes bothering one's nose with passion. If someone walked in blind, they would've probably mistaken the place for a slaughter house based on the smell alone. It was truly terrific even for the ones with the most iron of tempers for smells.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Heavy steps echoed in the room, here and there interrupted with a splat or a splush of a rusting red liquid that covered the old wooden floor. The scene before them was gruesome, unnecessary and raw. Why leave that girl in her hotel room instead of adding her to such an impressively terrific collection?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You liked my little gift?" The voice was special in a way. It mixed notes of psychotic with cold and collected. As if the person could switch between the two with ease.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I didn't appreciate it one bit, no." Elaris flicked open his lighter, the flash of light exposing his pale face in the dark room to anyone watching. He lit up the cigarette between his lips and closed the lighter with a metallic click. "What is it about? Bored of comfort and stability?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Me? Never, never." A pitchy laughter rang in his ears, making him frown slightly. "I just like to make Charlotte miserable, you know. Now I can just sit and watch her scurry around, trying to fix my mistakes."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You're one pathetic bastard." The man sighed, his fingers pushing his hair back slick.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elaris lived under Charlotte's care for the past two hundred years and he was not planning on stabbing her from behind. Nor was he happy to stick around a person who had a very wild and vivid agenda against her. But he was very much stuck there. Sometimes you just get into a mud so deep, you can't pull yourself out of it. And this mud was deep... And bloody.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Enough of that." A dark silhouette passed in the dim light seeping through the window covered with an old blanket. Before Elaris took a note of it, a cold, rough hand grabbed his face, fingernails digging into his cheeks. "Did you bring what I asked for?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Why else would I be here?" He huffed, his words coming out muffled and sloppy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The hand loosened up, eventually giving up on the idea of hurting him. Elaris only sighed, taking a mental note of the cigarette that dropped from his mouth and ended up stomped on. Another one wasted.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Good boy." The other man patted his cheek before snatching the small package from his hand. "Now piss off."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "It's the last one."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "What?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "It's the last one I'm bringing to you." Elaris moved his fingers over the painful indents in his cheeks. "I paid my debt. I'm no longer a part of your crimes."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh really? And who's going to feed you, boy? You think Charlotte will take care of you better than I can?" The Shadow laughed hysterically, a cold shiver running down Elaris' spine. "You want your disgusting pig blood for life?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I'm not like you."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh but yes you are."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ As the Shadow stepped into the little ray of dim light, Elaris could notice some of his features. A sharp jawline, old, tired eyes with that craze stuck into them, lips curved into the most disgusting of smirks and a burn mark covering half of his face. His hairline never quite recovered, long, pale blonde hair reaching somewhere around his waist.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Looking at those eyes, if one was to get rid of the madness gleaming in them, one would argue about the striking resemblance to Elaris' eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Don't you ever forget what they did to you, boy." A thin, almost malnourished hand came back to Elaris' face but he took a step back just in time to avoid it. "You'll realize soon how weak you'll get without me."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I'll be just fine. They are fine, why wouldn't I be?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Because you're nothing like them, Masai. And you'll never get as close to normality as they can."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The weight of those words remained heavy on him. All he ever really wanted was to have his place. His people. And this time, he really thought he got it.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He found a roommate that wasn't bothered by his antics, a great field of study that kept him entertained even in the face of all the knowledge he gathered over the years. God, he even found a girl that caught his eye after all this time.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ But perhaps the Shadow was right. Perhaps it was all just an illusion and he was naive for hoping and trying. But that was not going to stop him from giving it a chance.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You're dead to me." Elaris tilted his head with a small smile before turning on his heel and marching out of the room. The Shadow watching his every step in the dark corridor.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And then the door creaked closing, the lock squeaking from rust. He was free. 

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ As free as he could be. 

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!