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Asleep - The First Night
Asleep - The First Night
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In a quiet neighborhood like any other, a man prowls in search of passion. Something alien inside him is drawing him to the homes of women who dream of desperate desire.
EXCERPT:
The woman is getting ready for bed. She languidly goes through her normal routine, locking doors and turning off lights before heading to her bedroom. She pads through into the bathroom, washes her face and brushes her teeth. She spends a few extra moments staring at her reflection. Her face is smooth and emotionless, but her heart is pounding. She wants. She desires. Something is coming, someone to fill the emptiness inside her, but she doesn't know who. Or when. She slides fingers down the sides of her face, smiles a bit and then leaves the room.
Back in her bedroom she slips off the thick terrycloth robe and drapes it over the foot of the bed. She shivers, camisole and panties her only protection from the cool night air wafting in through the narrow open slit in the window, and climbs between the soft, cream-colored sheets. There, her creamy pale skin seems to match perfectly and only her shock of wavy red hair stands out. She flicks off the light and closes her eyes with a soft sigh. She wishes there was another person in the bed. A man to take her, cherish her, please her. She briefly rubs at her breasts, aching to be touched. She falls asleep with her mind full of wanting.
*
The man outside is getting restless. Something in his gut is roiling and impatient. This unknown force dragged him from his bed and over to this house. He watched for hours as the sun sank below the hills. Fleeting glances of her were enough for most of the evening, but that has changed. As soon as she went to bed the thing in his gut came roaring back to life. It aches to get to her. To do…something. He tries to fight again, but it is impossible. The thing is too strong, and being so close to what it desires makes it ferocious. His head is filled with wailing and gnashing teeth. His hands shake where they rest on the window sill.
What do you want? The thing doesn't answer, though he knows it heard. Sometime over the past few hours they've become closer, more entwined. He can feel its hunger, of course. But beneath that a new connection is forming. There are thoughts there, intelligence. He's too scared to probe deeper, knowing instinctively he won't like what he finds.
The thing in his gut isn't scared. It is ravenous. It uses his fear to take control. It reaches out and pushes the window up silently. It inhales deeply, taking in the scents of her room, her skin. It howls in his head.
EXCERPT:
The woman is getting ready for bed. She languidly goes through her normal routine, locking doors and turning off lights before heading to her bedroom. She pads through into the bathroom, washes her face and brushes her teeth. She spends a few extra moments staring at her reflection. Her face is smooth and emotionless, but her heart is pounding. She wants. She desires. Something is coming, someone to fill the emptiness inside her, but she doesn't know who. Or when. She slides fingers down the sides of her face, smiles a bit and then leaves the room.
Back in her bedroom she slips off the thick terrycloth robe and drapes it over the foot of the bed. She shivers, camisole and panties her only protection from the cool night air wafting in through the narrow open slit in the window, and climbs between the soft, cream-colored sheets. There, her creamy pale skin seems to match perfectly and only her shock of wavy red hair stands out. She flicks off the light and closes her eyes with a soft sigh. She wishes there was another person in the bed. A man to take her, cherish her, please her. She briefly rubs at her breasts, aching to be touched. She falls asleep with her mind full of wanting.
*
The man outside is getting restless. Something in his gut is roiling and impatient. This unknown force dragged him from his bed and over to this house. He watched for hours as the sun sank below the hills. Fleeting glances of her were enough for most of the evening, but that has changed. As soon as she went to bed the thing in his gut came roaring back to life. It aches to get to her. To do…something. He tries to fight again, but it is impossible. The thing is too strong, and being so close to what it desires makes it ferocious. His head is filled with wailing and gnashing teeth. His hands shake where they rest on the window sill.
What do you want? The thing doesn't answer, though he knows it heard. Sometime over the past few hours they've become closer, more entwined. He can feel its hunger, of course. But beneath that a new connection is forming. There are thoughts there, intelligence. He's too scared to probe deeper, knowing instinctively he won't like what he finds.
The thing in his gut isn't scared. It is ravenous. It uses his fear to take control. It reaches out and pushes the window up silently. It inhales deeply, taking in the scents of her room, her skin. It howls in his head.
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