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Author: Folieadeux xXx
I glance at the clock above the television - Eleven pm. I've been channel surfing for two hours. This is crazy. Switching off the TV I make my way to the fridge - again. I stare stupidly at its meager contents, not seeing any of it. I want to devour him. I should be ashamed of myself - but I'm not. A monster wants what it wants, right? Since when have I needed justification for what I want? Never. Of course, when was the last time someone risked their life to save mine? Never, that's when. Finding myself back on the couch I lie back and close my eyes. It's before me instantly, waiting for my attention. A wonderful worry stone in my head. He saw me. I was stunned. I watched his pupils dilate and the blood flush his skin. Then something else. Something that's left me in a daze ever since. Wonder. It was there. I saw it. For an instant before the shock of the situation and the encroaching chaos forced it away. Fascination. His face flushed with it and I was dumbfounded. It doesn't even matter that he wants me caught. That his attention turned to disgust at what I am. I don't care. He's fascinated by me. Still. He's risking everything. He's shadowing me in a way I'm familiar with. He's trying to convince everyone that a monster is in their midst and he looks like a fool. He doesn't care. My nine to five reality is transformed by it. It's thrilling. His existence is too extraordinary to extinguish. His unflinching defiance a wonder to behold. But I don't care. I'm drawn to him, I circle him and wonder what it would be like. I taunt him and humiliate him and I don't care. I don't have to care. That's why they call me a monster.
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