I had decided not to commit to this blogfest, especially in light of the fact that I missed the Weather Blogfest and barely made it to the Rainy Day Blogfest (you can check out my entry here if you missed it).
But then this scene came flooding into my head, and I had to write it.
When ya gotta write, ya gotta write.
So here’s my entry for Dawn Ember’s Word Paint Blogfest – be sure to visit her site to read the other entries.
This is an alternate scene from my WIP, Watcher, the story of Sunny Martin and her struggles to survive in a personal hell from which she cannot escape.
Hope it’s been a little while since you had breakfast (or lunch).
A red river tumbles over me, creating eddies around the angles of my body. I lift my head from the crimson flow, gasping, choking, as I struggle to escape its sticky clutches. My arms claw the air in vain, and when I open my eyes, all I can see is a wall of blood bearing down on me. As it crushes me, shoving me deeper and deeper into the thick torrent, I scream.
I’m still screaming as I climb from the coma-like sleep that the sun forces upon me every morning. The horror coursing through me is nothing compared to the hunger burning through my veins. It rips through my belly into my throat, its fiery need sending waves of agony into my very soul.
Nicolas appears next to the bed, concern etching his brow.
“Oh, Nicolas! What’s happening to me?!” I cry as I fling myself into his arms.
“Sshh, my sweet. It is just a blooddream.” He strokes my hair, as though calming a frightened horse. My body responds, as it always does to him, and begins to relax.
He eases me back, his eyes searching mine, and asks, “Haven’t you had them before?”
“No,” I whisper. “Never.”
His silence tells me this is unusual, and I can visualize the checklist in his head as he adds another item to the list of my oddities.
The hunger flashes through me, reminding me that it will never let me go. I press myself tight against his chest, and as he wraps his arms around me, I know he’ll never let me go, either.
It’s a heavy price for his love, and sometimes I wonder how long I can pay it.
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