Free Distract my hunger by X. Williamson

polished with an enormous antique doorknob to open it.
    Corbin stood lazily beside the door; he was leaning against the wall with one foot slightly crossed in front of the other. He was not looking at us but at the floor making his sleek hair slide forwards partially covering his face. His arms were loosely crossed over his chest with his hands tucked in his armpits, and his partly shadowed face displayed a slight smirk. He looked completely out of a catalogue. As we approached him, he lifted his face towards James and with a sigh asked him, “ready?”
    After a too long second James answered with a simple nod and Corbin took hold of the handle. He opened the door and walked in.
    The other bedroom was very brightly lit and resembled very much a kitchen. The cream tiled floors were shiny and perfectly clean. The walls were lined with wooden cupboards and a small counter full of drawers nearly divided the whole room in two. There was something slightly odd for this to be a kitchen since even though there was a fridge there was no oven or anything to resemble it. There were no cooking tools at plain sight.
    To the far right of were we stood was a small kitchen table with five chairs. A girl was sitting there giving us her back. She had her both hands on the table and a small black toolbox beside them. Her doe coloured hair was shortish and tied up in a tight ponytail. Corbin walked towards her and sat on the chair at her left. She didn’t flinch or move at all. She simply stayed there, calmly, just chilling.
    Upon looking at her my nostrils seemed to burn. I felt a deep pang of hunger stab me at my stomach and my tongue seemed to fill my mouth. I wanted to run towards her, and with that thought I felt my fangs tight against my lips.
    “Distract your hunger!” Jonathan said to me tugging at my arm, and James’ hold on me grew tighter. I was dying with need, and couldn’t think of anything more than about what was pulsing through her veins. I yearned for the sweet liquor of her veins.
    That’s when I knew Jonathan was right. I could feel my strength building inside me. That was why they were keeping a firm grip of my arms. I was almost out of control for I was loosing myself to the hunger, to a compelling need like nothing I had ever felt before. I knew that if I did not distract my hunger I would eventually set free from their grip and rip that stranger apart.
    I could barely restrain myself from doing so right then, and I was still quite lucid. I had to do something fast, I was not a killer, I was just me: a little different, yes, but still me underneath it.
    I closed my eyes and thought of Jonathan, of his lips sliding over mine. I pictured him really kissing me for the first time and losing myself in his arms. I imagined his lips to be soft and warm like I knew them on my cheeks and pictured the most perfect kiss.
    I lost myself to that thought. I really let myself immerse myself in it until I stopped feeling them tugging at my arms. I was transported to my mental image. There was no world outside my thoughts, no floor under my feet, no girl I wanted to eat, and definitely no hunger to make me cease to be me.
    I opened my eyes and with my thoughts still strongly present, we walked towards the table. With James and Jonathan still tightly at my sides, I sat on a chair in front of the girl.
    She was maybe a little bit older than me. Her face was completely calm while she looked at me and I saw two huge doe-like eyes, heavily lined with makeup smiling. She did not judge me and she was not scared. I could see she understood what I was and was not afraid at all. It didn’t seem to bother her that just a few moments ago I had wanted to eat her.
    I don’t know how but by looking at her I knew that Corbin had explained to her everything about me being a recently awakened vamp and she was still not fearful. Her pink lips were softly glossed, and her perfect skin seemed to glow slightly rosy under the “kitchen” light.
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