Bloody Hell // Nightmare Self-Para
"It's calling me, Gabriel."
Talia grasped his strong, pale hands with her own shaking ones. A dreadful habit she adopted whenever she grew hungry and frightened. It always had to be the combination of the two, as fright wasn't enough to shatter the composed façade of a vampire. Everything but Gabriel was cloudy and dark, an unusual occurrence. The smog that clouded her liminal vision reminded her of her human years. Ticks and tocks on clocks spent crowded between girls and machinery, all in such proximity that one couldn't tell them apart. Girls working like machines, fingers pinched and bit off by their metal coworkers.
Suddenly she felt as if she were being eaten alive by her hunger. Gabriel stood stoic before her, mouth closed. Her small hands cupped his jawline, caressing his perfect bone structure like feathery fingers along the curve of a wineglass. Her teeth sank into the tender flesh of his cold skin. Planted and rooted into him, she drank and drank. Blood oozed out into her mouth, but it never satisfied the quaking hunger that wracked her bones.
She heard her sire's voice, gravelly like a dusted off memory. As if she couldn't feel her own starvation. Her cheeks felt tight and sunken, but she kept drinking. With each gulp, the weaker she felt. Her gut felt concave, and her body was sticky and wet with the leaks. Crimson dribbling from her eyes and ears, her fingers clenched into the fair skin of Gabriel. The pale skin which turned brown, red, raw, and flaking with each touch. She gasped and pulled her head away as her Gabriel, ever silent, deteriorated before her.
Gabriel's feet, shins, then knees crunched into dust and ashes. His form withered and flickered away, his scalp bald and in place of his mouth were a row of yellowing teeth. He was sucked dry and burnt up. Her strong Gabriel, her saving grace, crumpled and fell apart into the ground and into the air.
"No!" She cried out, reaching again for his smooth, cool skin. Instead, she found flakes with the consistency of dried autumn leaves. Dry and dead. Withered to nothing.
Talia fell to the ground too. Her hunger tightened her shrinking body, forcing her to curl around her raisin stomach and watch as blood poured from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Puddles of her pooled around her body as she curled on the ground.
