The Hunger That Binds Us

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It's been only a month. Not a day longer, not a day shorter. A month. There hasn't been a day that he was not haunted by the voices. By what the Shadow said about him. It was heavy on his conscience. His voice rang in his ears, stirring him awake each night.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He got used to his new little habit of stalking the dark streets of London instead of passing time with sleep. Long walks were the only thing that somewhat helped clear his head. Although the longer he did it, the more downsides he noticed. His hunger grew with each day and it was messing with his senses. He was more sound and smell sensitive, his eyes giving up in as much as dim light. But he was eating. Charlotte was providing animal blood for all of them so why was he still hungry? Why was it haunting him?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Against everything he wanted to believe, the Shadow was right. He was a monster just like him and all his pets.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It was killing him. Knowing that in the end he will have to crawl back to what he so terribly wanted to leave behind. That all the bad deeds and all his sins will only pile up more and more. He hated it. He hated knowing that he was doomed from the very beginning and there was no salvation.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ All he really wanted was to go back to the times when he was in charge of his fate. Back to the times when he was a simple human, accepting his nearing end. He wanted back the control and normal needs. He was ready to give up everything he had and knew just for a chance at killing the monster within him. But nobody could give him that chance.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He didn't plan on walking back by the old park in the east part of the city. His legs were leading him somewhere, anywhere. He wasn't paying any attention to the names of the streets or buildings he knew. He simply enjoyed the cold, night air, cigarette in his hand and fog of thoughts slowly dissolving into a thin mist.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Well, he enjoyed it as long as he could.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Walking past the old bakery that was closed down and trashed a few months ago, he noticed something he knew all too well. A familiar face, slipping from one dark alley to another. Hood up, a small bottle of chloroform slipped into his pocket. And Elaris shouldn't have cared. He's been there before but it was no longer his business in any way.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Or maybe simply because he knew, it was not only his business but a duty to care.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He quickly glanced on both sides of the road and skipped over the empty street, noticing a short girl walking down the sidewalk. In all hells, not just any short girl. It felt like he stumbled upon her way too many times. First she almost spilled coffee all over him, then he was kind enough to save her from Jesper and after that his effort went to shits because she agreed to a date with that idiot anyway. And now she was here. And he felt like stumbling upon her all the time was now coming off more so like stalking but there was no time for him to wonder.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He loomed behind her, his cigarette long gone in the storm drain on the side of the road. He pushed his hands into his pockets, looking over to his side. There really was no playing it off. He looked like an absolute creep and she must have felt so scared because of him. But her being scared and alive was far better than her being killed in the most horrific and terrifying scenario.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elaris saw her getting tense, her steps becoming faster. And as bad as it was for her sanity, he was not allowing much distance to be created between them. Not even when she reached out to her bag and slipped out a ring of keys, three of them sliding between her fingers. A makeshift weapon that would work partially like a knuckle duster.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ In all fairness, he was going to accept a swing from her if needed. She didn't look like someone who can punch really well and him getting a few bruises was still much better than her becoming a gruesome dinner.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ But that ended up never happening. She sprinted off onto the main street and jumped into the late bus, two other people inside it. He slipped into the alley instead of following her further. Leaning on the old, brick wall, he grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up with a sigh. The flash of the lighter revealing a masculine figure deeper in the alleyway.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Not your corner, Pigblood." The man snarled, taking a few steps closer.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Regardless of his big size, Elaris couldn't deem him scary. When it came to strength it was hard for any of them to be special and this guy couldn't be menacing no matter how hard he tried. He was the kind of pathetic lot that thought the bigger the scarier. Elaris knew very well the true terror lied within.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Not your girl to slaughter, pup." Elaris took a long drag out of his cigarette before turning his face to the man. "Daddy's harsh on you lately, hm? Making you do all the dirty work."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "What, you miss his approval already?" He stepped in front of Elaris with a look of disgust.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ They never really liked each other. Swinging between Elaris' troubled morals and William's lack of self control, they were always against each other. The Shadow kept them separated as much as he could. But their paths somehow always collided.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Why would I miss the approval of a feral beast with no sense of morality?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "He's your family, no? I thought family meant everything to you, Pigblood." William scoffed, grabbing the cigarette from the slightly shorter man and taking a good drag out of it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "He's not my family." His voice came out almost as a growl, his eyes darkening in an immediate spark of anger and disgust.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "We all might be half dead, Pigblood, but blood that runs in your veins is the blood you share with him." William leaned in with a contemptuous smirk. "You're one of us... Why pretend you're any better?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I'm not an animal like you." He pushed him away, his hand pressing harshly into William's chest. "I'm nothing like you. You can tell this prick and the rest of your pathetic clan that they can stop betting on my comeback. I'd rather die on the doorstep of a church instead of joining you back."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And sometimes emotions were the only right time to make decisions. With time to think, he probably would've ended up giving into his primal instincts and needs. But with this vow to never come back?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He was stuck needing to figure this out on his own.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And he was going to for the simple sake of proving the damn point. 

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!