I lay in the grass waiting for him to turn, but he didn't. He just stood there, staring me down with the same gleeful arrogance that always existed in him. I still felt odd. It wasn't the booze, but I didn't know what it was. I had never felt so alive. It felt like fire was pumping through my veins. I could feel the lust inside of me. It wasn't like the lust that I had felt for Pip. It was something else, something rawer. The blood lust was the only answer. I had no idea how it was even possible, but it was there, as plain as day.
The smell of him seemed to pull me towards him like a magnetism impossible to ignore. He never moved. He was waiting for me, almost taunting me. I flew at him, landing my fist squarely in his jaw. His face moved from the impact, but it moved back towards me just
