Room 220 to the Beach | Very Eary Tuesday Morning
Griff had known sleep was a bad idea, but his mind had been awake far too long to listen to him. He'd drifted shallowly at first; comfortable in his bed in 220 until the dream swallowed him.
He felt the hunger first. Then his teeth tearing through flesh in search of that he craved. He could hear the heartbeat slowing and feel the blood pouring down his throat and knew it would satisfy the thirst, that the fingernails leaving red marks on his cheek would stop with the heart.
His hand held fast against a warm, smooth shoulder, arm wrapped tight enough to break the slender spine. His victim gasped one last time before he tossed the body away like a spent rag, her hair pooling in dark waves against pale sand. Smearing a bit of blood on his sleeve, he turned to jump away, far from sated.
When he jerked awake, catching his breath in the dark, he felt sand and water pooling around his legs right where the body had just been. Griff didn't even cover his eyes. It was dark enough that he simply let the hot tears drip down his cheeks, his arms wrapping around his knees as he curled in on himself, willing the tide to take his nightmare away.
[Establishy and posted late as I am made of sleepy fail. NFB for time]
He felt the hunger first. Then his teeth tearing through flesh in search of that he craved. He could hear the heartbeat slowing and feel the blood pouring down his throat and knew it would satisfy the thirst, that the fingernails leaving red marks on his cheek would stop with the heart.
His hand held fast against a warm, smooth shoulder, arm wrapped tight enough to break the slender spine. His victim gasped one last time before he tossed the body away like a spent rag, her hair pooling in dark waves against pale sand. Smearing a bit of blood on his sleeve, he turned to jump away, far from sated.
When he jerked awake, catching his breath in the dark, he felt sand and water pooling around his legs right where the body had just been. Griff didn't even cover his eyes. It was dark enough that he simply let the hot tears drip down his cheeks, his arms wrapping around his knees as he curled in on himself, willing the tide to take his nightmare away.
[Establishy and posted late as I am made of sleepy fail. NFB for time]