Bite your tongue

I need to go back to that place. Find her and get some answers.

Or put a muzzle on that bitch. But how?

I have no recollection of how I got there, and no memory of what happened next.

But I remember her. The girl with neon-yellow contact lenses. She's not the first girl I randomly kissed in a club. But she's the first one that bit my tongue in the process. And she bit it hard. So hard that my entire mouth was a bloody reservoir.

Strange that I didn't choke on my own blood. And who knew that tongue wounds heal so fast.

But one thing's for sure: my body wasn't the same after that.

I need to find her, and to do so, I need to find that place first.

Let's just retrace my steps from the start:

What was I doing that night? Drinking! A lot!

I should stop that. Clean up my act. Exercise more. Not that I really need it right now.

Over the last couple of days I felt my body composition shifting, becoming harder.

A new type of unknown anxiety is rattling through my body. One that makes me nervous and jittery.

Rummaging on my transformation, my mind is drifting at the Spiderman's theme song from the Fox Kids cartoons I watched as a kid.

'Radioactive Spiderman, Radioactive Spiderman....'

But it wasn't a spider that bit me. Maybe a black widow.

What's the time? Twenty years too late to watch Fox Kids.

I check my phone: It's 22.03.

As I stare at the black screen on my phone, I see my reflection in it.

'You dumb ass!' I say to myself.

I knew that fooling around with random girls would get me in trouble.

Who knows what kind of STD she gave me. Maybe I should make a clinic appointment.

'Can't remember it, huh?' I say to that pitiful reflection of myself.

Or does he? Not me. My phone. It's smarter than me after all.

That location timeline setting!

I usually despise this feature, knowing that it's tracking me at all times. But now it comes to my advantage.

Finally!

Hmmm...this is quite close actually. Only two miles.

I can check it out later on. I should get something to eat first.

It's night and I haven't eaten all day.

Just why am I all of a sudden attracted to the texture of that table?

I want to lick it. Feel the taste on my tongue.

This thought makes me disgusted with myself. It's irresistible nonetheless.

Nah! I need to go now. Find that place. Ask about her.

As I get out the front door of my apartment bloc, I glance at the bus stop in front of it.

No point, it's only a 36 minutes walk according to the GPS.

A walk will do me well. Relieve some tension.

I pick up my pace, and get there in no time.

Is this it, really? I expected this place to be bigger.

It looks more like a private bar than anything else.

As the bouncer lets me in, I scour around for my bearings.

Not much to see, anyhow. It's a small place with small windows, and it's filled with fake smoke.

I bump around dubious individuals as I make my way to the bar.

Just decided I need a drink. To take the edge off.

As the bartender hands me a double whiskey, I scan around.

Not that many girls in this place. Actually, none at all so far.

Maybe she isn't here, or she was never here. The wrong place.

I should wait for a bit, though, Have another drink. I'm thirsty.

But still not hungry. No time to ponder about it because something awakens my senses.

I remember now.The same sweet, flowery scent that inundated my mouth a week before.

There is something unnatural about that scent. It's not like real flowers.

More like cologne, it has a certain bitterness to it after it touches the inside of your lips.

She is here. I can almost pinpoint the direction of the smell.

Yes, I see her now. The same cute face, the same neon-yellow contact lenses as last time.

I approach her, and lash out at her.

'What the fuck have you done to me?'

Without any warning, she goes for a hug.

I must admit, it's not all that bad. Her body feels petite, slightly curvy and ridiculously toned.

Still, I need answers. So I break up the hug, and ask again in a more polite manner.

'What have you done to me, bitch?'

'Just made you better.'

'How?'

'What took you so long to find me, babes?' she asks, ignorant to my question.

How do I reply to this? And why do I hear her so clearly? The club music is blaring throughout, yet I can hear her as if we're alone. Is that part of her bettering me?

'Well...I lost my way,' I say, trying to appear slick, but feeling like a dumb capybara.

'Cute. Let's go to the bar. I want to have a drink, babes.'

With a smile, she leads the way and I'm back at the bar.

Time for answers, and time for another drink.

'Just what have you done to me?' I ask for the third time.

'Bit you, of course,' I receive her nonchalant reply.

'Yes, I know that.'

'So?'

I never believed this crap. This will sound so ridiculous saying it.

'So you're a vampire?' I say out loud with half of a voice.

'Haha. Don't be silly, babes. These are just fairytales.'

'Why did you bite me, then?'

'Because I like you. You're kinda hot. And tasty,' she said, licking her lips and reminding me briefly of that kiss.

'Why am I not hungry?' I ask, remembering I haven't eaten anything all day.

'You lucky bastard. I'm hungry all the time.'

This feels weird. I wonder if I can trust her. She bit me, after all. She bit me hard, the bitch!

Noticing my distrust, she puts it to rest.

'I've told you vampires are a myth. When I like someone, I show my attraction with a love bite.'

'That's all there is to it?' I say, not believing a word on what she's saying.

"Yep. Anyhow, I'm really glad you came here. I feel we have some unfinished business.'

'Not sure I get what you're saying,' I say, fully aware at what she's hinting.

'Want a preview?'

Without time to react, her body is now onto my chest and her lips planted onto mine.

I wonder if she's going to bite me again. Maybe I should keep my tongue home.

Too late, as I instinctively reciprocate to her kiss.

It's not like I wasn't into her from the moment I laid eyes on her.

That's why I'm here anyhow. I'm done deceiving myself otherwise.

'Let's dance, babes,' she says, dragging me around.

She presses her body against mine with lascivious, rhythmic moves.

I try to keep up the best I can. Her muscular body is arousing me.

I don't think I ever touched a body like this before. Soft and firm, muscular and feminine, burning hot and cold as ice.

Her dancing ends just as abruptly as it starts.

'Come, let's have another drink,' as she leads me again to the bar.

I guess she's pulling the shots, literally, as I'm having one after another without delay.

'C'mon. I want you to meet my husband.'

What?? I spit half of my double on the floor hearing that.

'Why in the world would I want to do that?''

'I think he'll like you. A lot, actually.'

'Huh?'

'You see, we're kinda open-minded. That's why I chose you, babes.'

'Chose me for what?'

'Let's just say we like an extra body in our play.'

Is she talking about what I think she's talking? A threesome? I always wanted to try one.

I would have preferred it with two girls, to be honest.

Before I have time to gather my thoughts, I'm sitting in front of a very serious dude.

Like this guy is big!

'This is my husband,' as if she's introducing me to one of her girlfriends.

Seeing that I'm like a rabbit under headlights, the dude starts talking first.

'Are you ready to play? The backroom is free,' says the guy with a rather soft voice for that stature.

'Now?' I ask not sure on what to do.

'Why are you here for then?'

Answers. But now I'm not so sure.

'I'll just head to the John first,' I say trying to stall for a bit.

'Scared, babes? 'If I wanted to drain you out, don't you think I would have done it already?'

It's not your blood I want to taste or drain' she continues, while licking her lips.

I break away from them and find that toilet.

As I cast my eyes in the mirror, I realize my mind is really foggy.

I should have eaten something before coming here. The alcohol is messing me up.

Now, if I'm going to do this, I need to establish some rules of engagement first.

Those two are freaks after all. Somehow, that last thought makes me smile. Thinking of it, they are the right type of freaks.

What could go wrong?

Many things and I know it, drunk as I am. But I need to ride the thrill wave. If she wanted to hurt me, I would be wasted now, anyhow.

I check myself in the mirror, and leave the toilets. I prep myself for it with another drink. I know there is no coming back from this. I wouldn't be the same anymore. I wasn't the same since that day anyhow.

They must be in the backroom already. It's a small place, so I find it with ease.

Entering, I notice that they started without me. They're both so muscular. So attractive.

'Now strip!' I hear her voice shouting her mating call at me.

I do so obediently, as if I'm her possession.

My eyes can't get enough of her body.

My heart is thumping wild. I feel thick lava-hot blood pulsing through my veins and groins.

Getting closer, I catch a whiff of her inner scent.

Similar to her perfume, but a lot stronger. The sweet scent of carnal pleasure. I can taste it in my mouth. A lot more vivid than ever before. And a lot sweeter.

Though my knees are going weak, my body is getting stiff. At least parts of it.

That guy, or whatever he is. I forgot all about him. Suddenly, I'm madly jealous. I would have wanted her all for myself. He's in the way, all over her.

'How does it work?'

'Are you a virgin or something?'

'But don't we need an action plan or something.'

Begrudgingly, he gets off from top of her, and stares at me impatiently. I look him square in the eye because I don't want to look any lower. I think he's waiting for something.

'Just mount her, you stupid man'

With my body taking charge, I stumble my way over her.

'C'mon already, babes.'

Her call makes my blood boil.

I want her!

Guided by her scent, I get inside of her by instinct.

It's all fire and ice in my body. Or her body. Our body.

She moves like the devil. I move like I'm possessed by the devil.

Just tremendous pleasure. As if a long-forgotten mating season woke up in me.

My mind is empty. There's nothing but bliss.

Then I feel something I don't like. The guy's tongue on my neck.

'What are you doing, dude?'

'Relax, babes.'

I try to jerk myself off from her, but it's a tardive reply.

He grabs me from behind and holds me in place. I'm pinned between his arms and between her legs. The bitch!

'First, I'm going to get inside you, and then I'll make sure not a drop of your blood goes to waste.'

I'm powerless under his relentless grip. I feel his titanium arms tightening it more and more at a mechanical rhythm. My air is slowly squeezed out of me. And I'm still inside her.

'This is it,' I utter to myself as the last cognitive thoughts left my body.

Suffocated, I am about to give up on life.

Then it happened!

I bite him. I bite him hard. My teeth sink deep in his forearm. It might have been instinct, or self-defense, or it might have been just what I became- one of them.

With my mouth clenched deep into the meatiness of the forearm, I start tearing like a savage wolf.

It has no effects on him.

So I bite harder and tear more. My mouth is a bloody mess. His blood, not mine.

'Ahhh!' he finally screams, loosening his grip.

That's all I need!

I raise myself and fumble to break free. I'm out of his grip and out of her.

In my run, I step all over my mating partners. The bitch!

I feel that lurch trying to grab me again and I evade him by going low.

Out of instinct more than anything else, I dash for the window like a human cannon ball.

I haven't even noticed a window there. But I jumped through it nonetheless.

I feel hurt, but I'm in the street now. No looking back!

The hell with them and the place. I start running.

I feel disoriented, lost and so cold. The last one might be because I lack any clothes.

If only I'd meet a police car on my way.

I feel sick. As if I'm going to throw up.

No. As if I threw up already and now all my stomach acid migrated upwards into my mouth.

And now my mouth tastes bitter and caustic. Yet so dry.

For some reason this hardens my breathing, as if a toxic smoke was pressing into my lungs, getting into them, squeezing the sheer oxygen out of my body.

It's the panic that's getting hold of me. However, I found my way home.

I'm now sober and collected enough to get the spare key from my safe spot.

Once inside, I now feel the need to take some safety measures. Put some chairs in the doors. The heavy armoire in the window, a knife next to me - no, too short of a reach. What then?

I should've bought that axe I always wanted for self-defense.

Maybe use the living-room lamp post. Use it as an improve. spear.

Now I'm content that I didn't meet any police on the way.

They would have locked me up in an institution. That's for sure.

Exhausted, I fall into a feverish, torpid sleep. The type of in-between sleep, where I'm half awake, but too burned-down to be fully conscious. I think it's the fear keeping me like this, but deep in my guts I know it's something else.

I tasted blood and now my body wants more.

I then feel a painful emptiness in my gut. As if my stomach muscles were grinding against themselves. Could it be happening? Could he be that type of hunger?

Now I realize. I wasn't hiding myself from the outside world. I was hiding the outside world from myself.

It's biting me from inside, tormenting me, making me want to scream in pain. I want relief. I need relief.

But how? Then a thought flashes through my brain. No! Not that! Anything but that.

I would rather kill myself than become one of them. I need to restrain.

Regain control over my body. And my mind. But how?

I'm restless and raging, and hungry. That bitch!

It is all because of her. I need...no.

I need revenge. Now I know what I have to do.

I pocked a kitchen knife and head back to that place.

I'm sure I'm going to find her there. This time it's going to be me giving the bite.

As I leave the bloc, something catches my peripheral vision.

Great! A lonely girl at the bus stop. Talk about temptation.

Then I see her neck. Just a tiny sliver above her collar.

But more than enough to awaken my senses. That animalic hunger which I knew from the start won't let go of me. It will be with me until the end.

I forget all about the club and that bitch. My instincts are taken over.

I get closer to that girl from behind. I think she sensed me, as she's going away.

I follow without hesitation.

I'm hungry. Hungrier than I have ever been. Starving. Dying without it.

I am a sick man now, and her neck is the medicine. The well to quench the burning, inner thirst. The water that will drown my inner hunger.

She's damnation and resurrection - as what? It doesn't matter anymore. It's too late now.

It needs to be done.

She quickens her pace. I quicken my pace.

It's the predator in me that does the chase, not the human counterpart. My lizard brain is fully awake, completely in charge. My mind is calm, void of thought. Only instincts.

She starts running. I start running.

I don't even process what's happening. My body has taken charge over my mind.

I'm catching up to her. She's getting tired.

I'm startled, yet somewhat peaceful. My vision is getting blurry, yet sharper, if that makes any sense. No coming back to myself now.

Exhausted, the girl stops in her tracks. She's a sitting prey.

With what I see as a last survival effort, she turns to face me.

'Hungry, babes?'