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between us. I sensed he knew something was terribly wrong with me. He shouldn’t have chosen to come because now he truly was in danger, my conscience panicked while I imagined doing my worst to him. My patience with him and everyone else was over! Did he believe himself safe because I’d fed from him yesterday? How utterly wrong he was.
    I tried again, tracing further from him when suddenly I had to stop… hunching over with a sharp pang in my stomach. My stomach felt like it was boiling with the heat surrounding me and my body tensed as if knives dug into my spinal cord. I hysterically started speaking to myself, trying to remain calm while opening up his shirt, and throwing it to the ground in front of me- in a fit of panic. My fingers, following their own advice, began lowering to my jeans when I realized what I had just done, stopped myself, and thought better of it.
    I was shivering violently while burning like a furnace inside.
    I began to crawl towards the shirt when I just couldn’t stand it any longer and stopped... on my knees I began unbuttoning my jeans. My fingers shook uncontrollably making me struggle a long while with the silver button.
    I can’t stop trying to undo the button until I’m finished because I feel like my life is depending on that freaking button.
    I’m a mess unable to get out of my jeans, with the button still intact my fingers dive for the zipper instead, but that too was stuck, or I was too weak to lower it.
    I feel burning drops on my face and realize they are my own tears… I scream in a fit of anger. I start choking, quickly followed by spitting up all I drank… yellow amber colored liquid is what flows from my lips. Looking at my fingers, I see it isn’t even blood. The hyena had been an illusion, I thought looking at my stained fingertips and seeing the vile substance.
    God, how could I have swallowed that… it tasted horrible.
    Felt like acid leaving my lips. I threw it all up shivering uncontrollably, while I burned for him inside. My head felt like it would burst into flames, my knees could no longer sustain me, and I fell on my side with my arms crossing over my breasts. I watched the blue-violet streaks across the sky missing Darius for some odd and uncontrollable reason. I missed his soft caresses, the rough ones too, his storming eyes, but most of all I missed our twisted time together. Funny I should miss him now, finally free from him.
    How could I want him knowing what he’s done to me? … Knowing I don’t belong with him. Maybe… because he always made everything better, even if he used unconventional methods… lies.
    I missed him with such a painful intensity all I thought about was how it would feel to have him, close… feeling his heart beat under my palm as I lay over his chest breathing him in. He could bring me so much pleasure with just his eyes upon my skin.
    Now, I knew why.
    I laughed through the pain, wondering how it was I couldn’t let go. Even after knowing how low Darius stooped, and how deep his betrayal was.

Chapter 8: Your Death Wish, if There’s Love in Your Eyes
     
    I was dry heaving, panting, and under the delusion it was Darius that found me. He was near, by my side looking down on me like I was his favorite bone- only my sense of smell sensed the Lycan. I smelled Lycan, but he felt and looked just like the dragon I wanted.
    “What’s wrong with you, why all this arousal… pain?” He corrected, standing over me- asking, but looking everywhere else making sure no one would take his prized possession from him. “Is the dragon here, has he come for you?”
    “Darius, don’t come any closer.” I moaned from the pain of wanting him, the confusion making it so easy to give into the poison and pretend it was him.
    “Where the fuck is Darius, did he do this to you, make you like this? Did he bite you, tell me now, what else did he do?” He was looking for him, looking crazed searching for the source of my pain.
    I turned from him.