Somewhere, someplace, sometime; 20th instalment

He kept on pulling and twisting his hands and finaly got one free. He sighed and rubbed his bloody and bruised wrists. He wanted blood.

No, he didn’t, he didn’t want to kill again. Yes he did, he wanted the soft meat of a woman.

No! He wanted to stay here and sleep.

Slowly he got to his feet, feeling a little dizzy and started to walk around in the light of the moon and the floating lanterns that shone through the dirty window.

He needed to get a grip on himself, to shut out the scream for blood. He didn’t want to kill anymore. He wanted to get rid of the coat so he could live his miserable life again.

He felt all kinds of things run through him, feelings he had never felt before, longings that had not been there before. As he walked by the window he looked and walked on, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Very slowly he took a few steps back and looked at his reflection in the window again. He saw himself as he knew he would, but what had he seen then as he walked passed the window only a moment before.

It had been something he had not seen before, something that wasn’t him.

His face stared back at him thoughtfully. As he kept on looking he saw some changes coming and going rapidly. Changes he could hardly discern, but it looked like horns growing out of his head.

He walked away from the window breathing hard. What was happening?

Again he felt the lust for blood and again he mananged to surpress it, though it was harder this time as he was thinking about what he had seen in the window.

He blocked out all feelings as he sat down by the pillar again and looked at the rope that had bound his hands. He had done that for a reason, but he couldn’t remember it.

Sighing hard, he remained seated and looked at his hands that flickered between his normal hands and the long fingered clawed hands he didn’t want to see.

 

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