The Hunger
You couldn't blame him for the hunger that coursed through him, the ever-present demon summoning violence and bloodshed. This insatiable vice was his curse and his splendor, all the same.
This was a necessity was it not?
If you are hungry, do you not eat?
If you are thirsty, do you not drink?
You cannot blame them for what they had to do. For it was out of a need that they chose to devour endlessly, these.. un-deniable morsels. Need and not desire were the motives, or were they?
Were these the lies he told himself to press away the guilt that still tried creeping in?
Or was this the truth?
How do you (truly) get away from the thoughts that haunt you, telling you what you do is preposterous? Is there a line that crosses necessity into something more dark, and sinister? If you were someone close to the situation, you'd say he enjoyed it. That the demon was him, and not the hunger itself. Do we not become that which we consume and house inside of ourselves?
He had seen the world change and shift for centuries, and he knew how to adapt alongside it. Changing his face and approach to society as each century turned on. What a splendor it had all been, the closest thing to divinity he could name.
This was all he ever cared to remember, a life of privilege and hunger. His humanity faded along with the care for warmth or anything less than satisfying the hunger of the demon. There was never regret nor empathy in his eyes, just the beast that glistened behind a stare. A heavy scent of frankincense and iron lingered on him, and all the charm in the world could not get you talked out of his call of death. He carefully chose where he stayed always small towns where no one would dare question a man of wealth moving in. His favorites were seaside towns which he frequented as his hunting grounds, full of travelers always coming and going.
There were always talks and haunts of night lurking creatures amongst people wherever he went. These talks were only half-truths, for there was a monster that lurked.. but he didn't hunt for just anyone. On the outside he appeared put together, charming, generous to the community, classy, and occasionally social.
These superstitions were so primitive, he always thought. Could a monster only be vicious and stalking in the dark, a non-socialized monster, as if their whole identity was feeding that demon? This was a hypocrisy that lived inside him, yes of course he was this civilized being, but he was also this demon. He had been the demon for longer than he had ever been a human. His status as a wealthy merchant allowed him access to all the ports he could dream of, a world of opportunity at his fingertips. With this access, he had curated a taste. His taste for blood and flesh was something he prided himself in. He, of course, did not go and find these people but sent the only person with whom truly knew him, Adonis. He had carried him for three centuries. Within these centuries they spent time traveling and getting a taste of the world, the countries, and the flesh. Interesting how such a horror can transform a beast throughout small and large times. He was claiming to be "refined" and "ethical" with the killings. Oh, what beautiful lies we tell ourselves.
In the Spring he craved flesh from Greece, which was heavily saturated with oils, wine, and sweet figs. Summertime he craved French, flesh glistening with gorgeous make-ups always so freshly powdered and even more heavily wine saturated. Autumn brought the most delicious Spanish red blood, the warmest skin, and the fullest of lips. Winter, he craved flesh from Ethiopia, beautiful and dark tasting of spices like nothing else.
You see, Nico felt as though he had a right to this style of hunting, named it more humane and he had been going on like this for centuries. Perhaps the manner of obtaining was ethical to his standards, but the way he dripped, drained, and devoured them was anything but.
Before each season's shift, Adonis would sail to their estate and prepare it for Nico. To seek out the locals and travelers alike. Every one of them was coerced with wine, food, and good company into the estate.
On this fateful day, the journey of these two men would forever be intertwined with that of another in a way they never imagined.
Adonis was sitting under the hot sun, in a cafe courtyard, enjoying an espresso after his evening of devouring went a little haywire. There he saw her, his gift. He felt a force tugging on him, urging him to watch and seek her out. He couldn't turn away, and for what felt like the longest minute, he sat and stared. With every fiber of his being, he felt the need to pull away, but he could not.
Her name was Prima and her scent carried in the wind right over to him, It smelled of lily and fresh soap. Adonis watched her floating around the street market and quickly paid his tab to follow. He had never seen someone so effortlessly carry on, the way her black curls sat perfectly on the crease of her back. The sun reflected perfectly off her face where you could see a few sweat beads sitting. It seemed as if the sunlight softened and shifted to match her, to reflect off of her perfectly. He didn't approach her, just watched before deciding if he wanted her for Nico or himself. For three days he sat in the corner cafe, each day taking the same seat, watching her float about the street market. It appeared she was well known and took her time with each Vendor and their space, offering them conversation and authentic laughter. No matter the merchant, she made time and made sure they all felt thanked and appreciated. What a sight, he thought to himself. Who is this creature? She was perfection, almost too perfect to pluck her off the street and take her away from all of this life, all of these people. Would she be missed?
This was when he decided she was the one. The intoxication he felt just watching and stalking. She was the most breathtaking sight he had seen in nearly two centuries.
He wasn't sure how he would approach this, she would be missed, and the clothes she wore denoted that she didn't need anything.
It took him those three days to come up with the plan, and he decided he would make the offer to her on the fourth. Invite her to the estate for tea and see what could grow from there. On that fourth day, he decided to approach her, and for the first time in a long time, he felt anxious and nervous at the thought of approaching someone. The closer he got, the more it felt like she was waiting for him, like she could feel him approaching her from the side. Before he could work up the nerve to say something, she turned towards him,
"What do you think of these?" She said, holding up a pair of yellow earrings.
The yellow popped and complimented the color of her complexion perfectly. She gently started, waiting for a reply. He said nothing. She sat them down and softly smiled at him, gesturing for him to walk with her. They walked for a while without speaking and he could feel something strange, as if he knew what the conversation would be like, there was something dark and heavy that he couldn't quite place.
"I've never seen you in this market before, are you a traveler in these parts?" Prima finally broke the silence.
"I travel here sometimes, yes. My employer has me manage his properties in the region, I'm here on business, you see. I would ask you the same. But it looks as if you are a local." He said, almost without thinking, giving himself away.
"Have you been watching me?" She looked at him with curiosity and paused her walk…
"It is true, I'm from here. It's been my home all my life. I lost my husband a few years ago, and the comfort of this town keeps me here. Some days, it feels like a prison. Holding me against my will, like a curse. But I could never bring myself to leave. All of the memories.."
What a strange and sad thing to say, he thought to himself.
"That is truly unfortunate, I have lost many friends and loved ones, it never gets easier. I'm very sorry for your loss. Grief itself can be a prison. It's something I do understand. I would like to extend an invitation to the estates tonight. I'm having the cook prepare something spectacular, a local delicacy, and I would love to share it with you. Please say yes! I could use the company. I'll have wine pulled from the cellar, and we shall call it a dinner amongst friends, what do you say to this?"
He grinned at her, an inviting and almost frightful smile. She could not resist. She too was drawn to him, she could sense his darkness and it made her feel at ease, she found him rather appetizing.
For 2 weeks, they had dinner and drinks regularly, sharing stories of the past. There seemed to be an air of mystery surrounding both of them, with their tales of woe and excitement all the same. From her stories it seemed she had suffered deep losses, first her husband and then her Mother and best friend. The way she told the tales was eerie, drawing you in, and leaving you feeling deep bellows of sorrow for her. It left him unable to pull his attention away. The draw of her story-telling was hypnotizing and he only wanted more. This must be natural for her, he thought to himself most nights. To speak on such deep sadness and loss. To observe and sit in the presence of someone so open and willing to share, was an intoxication in itself.
The evening before Nico was set to come to town, They sat outside on the patio. It was adorned with a terrace growing figs. Above them boasted a gorgeous starlit sky staring down offering all the possibilities in the world. Surrounding them were dozens of candles on the various tables and surfaces. While a fire burned nearby, crackling to remind them it was there. Their glasses seemed a never-ending stream of a deep red Chianti. They ate white cheeses and figs, dark goat meats, and the occasional spot of bird. The nights went on as if time stood still for these two strangers as they spilled their secrets and lives. Unbeknown to either of them, Nico had been observing from afar. He too found himself wildly drawn to this beautiful stranger. She reminded him of a lover he once had, perfect and wild. A love he never spoke of anymore, just a lost memory for him until this moment. He settled in for the night and waited to reveal himself there until the morning.
In the morning Adonis and him shared breakfast and he told him about their evenings together and spoke with enthusiasm. Nico could tell he had grown fond of her and this is where they decided they were going to share in her flesh and blood. Something rare between the two of them. Adonis was Nico's lifelong companion but he was still under his employment. He had made plans with her that evening and this is when they would do it, slip a sedative into her wine so there was no struggle and she would slowly drift off. That evening she arrived wearing the most breathtaking velvet gown, and it hugged her body as if it were made just for her. They enjoyed dinner and conversation as usual, and when he brought after-dinner wine out to the patio she began to tell him a story from her childhood, about her mother. She had been cruel to them and because of it, something happened to her sister. As she sipped the wine she slowly became drowsy and by the end of it was draped over the chair, no longer conscious. Nico emerged from his bedroom just in time and Adonis looked up at him with a grin, he picked her body up and brought her to a lounge chair on the inside of the parlor, and they both began feeding on her.
Her blood tasted like nothing either of them had had before, and they couldn't help themselves. With each drink they grew hungrier and hungrier, becoming more ravenous as they began to tear at her flesh, ripping it apart. This evening the primal beast took over them and they were no longer holding their last threads of humanity, they gave in to the demon Nico had fought so hard to push down and deny.
Their feast and night ended as a late one. They parted ways, drunk on Prima's flesh and blood they headed to their beds. As they were beginning to drift off they heard a loud pounding at their doors. Both startled they went to open it, thinking it was each other, they stood out in the hall staring at one another with confusion.
" Was there something you needed Adonis?" Nico asks with a concerned furrow in his brow.
Adonis just stared in confusion still, "It was not me, Sir. I had a knock as well"
Deciding it was a dream one has as you're half asleep, they went back to their beds, puzzled but unaware of what was coming.
Morning broke and they stumbled downstairs restless but foggy on the night's sleep. Their bodies were sore and they couldn't place the origin, just every muscle aching as if they had run a marathon and then wrestled a bear shortly after. Never had they felt hungover as an effect of consuming someone? As they sat out on the terrace enjoying their morning coffee and paper, a large crow landed next to them, squawking and hopping closer and closer still. Adonis shooed it away but another landed and then a whole flock began to circle above them, squawking and flapping louder and louder. They hurried inside and locked the terrace door. Suddenly, a loud series of knocks began happening at their front door and every other door in the house. Nico fell to his knees covering his ears and grabbing at his chest, something was wrong and he began to feel his eyes bleeding. Adonis sees this and crouches down to check on him when out of the corner of his eye he sees her, Prima standing there staring at them. Except it wasn't her at all, her eyes and mouth were black and she looked as if she belonged somewhere else, somewhere not of this place. He shuddered in fear and stumbled backward over his employer. Wiping his eyes, he let out a little yelp. When he stood up she was gone.
He began to feverishly look around and began to shout "Where are you, where are you !"
Nico stood up patting himself, checking his chest, and then ran over to a mirror. He was fine, with no blood, and his ears had stopped the drumming sound. They just stood and looked at each other immediately collapsing into the couch next to one another. Hours went by as they sat frozen in terror, not knowing what to do, say, or think. One thing was clear to both of them, they had made a mistake. The evening had rolled around and the knocking hadn't come back, nor the crows or the sight of the phantom. Yet, they still sat there unable to utter a word or move a muscle for fear it would all start again. Adonis broke the silence, he turned to Nico and quietly said
" We need to get out of here", they slowly crept out into the yard and headed into town.
The streets felt oddly empty and the brick road was colder and wetter than normal. They hurried their pace when they passed a series of street lamps, they saw something of a shadow underneath of it. The drizzle in the breeze made it hard to see across the road, but if you squinted hard enough you could see another shadow appear and then another. The light began to flicker and the shadows surrounded them, closing in closer and closer. They began to walk faster and faster but the road soon became hard to see. The rain began to pour harder and soon they were soaked completely. Nico began to stumble and he soon yelled to Adonis,
"Quickly, come this way! I know a place we can hide."
They scrambled through an open gate and fled into an abandoned monastery door. It was slightly hidden behind what looked like ancient vines. Closing the door behind them, quickly and quietly they brushed as much rain off themselves as they could. They began looking around for any source of light. They found a candle and quickly lit it, sitting against the door in case some force of nature decided to burst through it. They quickly fell asleep leaning on one another and the night turned to early morning. The morning light streaming in through a crack of broken glass shone on Nico's face, warming it and alerting him to the day's change. As he opened his eyes, he was exhausted and his back was sore. He shook Adonis awake and signaled at him to follow.
"I once knew the man who ran this place, a long time ago. He was a good man, never asking any question when I would stumble in here distraught and drunk of regret all hours of the evening. He simply opened up his place of refuge and offered the comfort and warmth of a place and man who believed in redemption.." He paused ".. but that was years ago and as you can see, the place has been abandoned for a long time"
They walked towards a door in the back, and he opened the door, shining the light into it.
"This will lead us out of here and to the other side of town, from there we can take a ship away from this place. Don't worry about anything of ours in that house, I will replenish any supplies we need. Now quickly before we are sensed."
They hurried through the underground path, Adonis occasionally looking behind him. He wondered how his employer and oldest friend had come to know this place, having known each other for nearly two centuries and he never once talked about his history. They reached the end and found themselves emerging into a newer and more vibrant church. Lit candles and empty pews were what greeted them, perfect for them leaving the place unnoticed. They hurried into town and quickly found the captain of the ship, Nico began speaking with him immediately while Adonis stood a few feet away, keeping an eye and looking at every face that passed by. The lack of sleep and general terror he felt, disallowed him from feeling anything other than paranoia. Within a few minutes, they were headed straight for the boat, with Adonis following quickly behind Nico still looking over his shoulder. So sure he would see her face in the crowd. As they approached the boat, Adonis began to relax, an escape from whatever horror found them was within reach. They boarded and went to their private quarters. Adonis lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and clutching his chest. He suddenly had the sinking feeling that this wasn't over. As he sat up, he heard the horn of the ship and felt the steady motion of their journey beginning. On the other side of the ship, Nico was sitting motionless staring into the mirror at the desk in front of him. He had only known one other terror like this, it was something he had heard of- long ago. Cursed blood.
The words loomed in his mind, but he dared not think it truly, or even say it out loud. The truth he knew to be their reality, but denied so deeply. If this were the case, their fate was sealed. There was no escape and running would only temporarily block it. Once they were found, they were caught up to, no ship nor house of worship would keep them safe. Safety no longer existed.
The engine drummed on and the ocean sights became so vast, terrifying, and lovely to think of how far from land they were and how much mass surrounded them. Nico stood out on the deck, breathing in the fresh air around them. Never in his journeys had he enjoyed the spray of the ocean more, the freedom of his ships. He had given the captain vague details, they were just along for the ride. The next port would be reached in 14 days, and he had hoped that time would put enough space between them and Prima's vengeful spirit.
The night reached them quickly and he and Adonis met in the hall for dinner. As they sat at their table no words were spoken, just the stiff air of a secret shared. As they finished, Adonis looked at him and uttered
"We need to talk, please. I have no idea what to say.. what to do. Meet me in the library at 8."
Nico nodded slowly and assuredly, it was time they talked about their next step. It was time they talked about their fate.
8 o'clock rolled around and they sat in the library in front of a small fireplace, drinks in hand, both just staring down at them. It was time the news was shared, Nico thought to himself. Adonis deserved to know the truth and they needed to decide how long they would be running. They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, finally, Nico looked up from his glass and gently said to Adonis, " My old friend... I fear I have only grave news. I believe we have stumbled upon cursed blood. Which means, in turn, we are cursed. We are marked and our fate is sealed. No shaman, nor priest, or witch could undo this for us. It's only a matter of time until we are as gone as the bodies we have left behind."
Adonis sat, frozen to his core. Cursed blood? He thought to himself. What on earth is cursed blood? How could this happen? Two hundred years and how had he never come across something like that?
" You must be mistaken, Nico I've never heard of anything of this sort. Perhaps we were hallucinating. Prima could have taken something and that was just an effect of that, she must have known our plan. Please tell me what this means." He said pleadingly.
Nico could think of nothing to ease his confusion, nor could he do anything to reverse what was happening. Adonis sighed heavily and defeatedly. He began scouring the library for anything he could find relating to curses and cursed blood, Nico sat heavy in his leather chair, sipping slowly from his glass, watching as the sun was setting and knowing what this meant. They could hide and run all they wanted but their evening was far from over and they had nowhere left to hide. Adonis was sitting in a corner surrounded by books on witches, on curses on monsters from lands far away, but nothing, not a single word of cursed blood.
" Long ago.." Nico began
"I met an old woman who told me of my fate in the distant future. She told me I would live a life so rich with blood and greed that I would feel invincible and one day it would all be taken away, just as it was intended to be. She said to me, creatures like you, never get away with things for long."
"At the time I thought nothing of it, a mad woman saying anything.. but now, it seems she was right."
He kept staring out the window until his eyes got heavy and eventually he drifted into a deep sleep and began to dream. He dreamt of a past he had forgotten, he saw her, the woman he loved before all of this had happened. Before he knew the craving for blood. He saw them together happy and enjoying an afternoon in the garden. He was planting flowers, and she was picking mint from the side of the house. They looked peaceful in their routine as if no harm would ever befall them. They worked their way through the garden to each other, when all of a sudden the sky turned a dark gray and clouds started swirling. From the rooftop Prima ascended in a burst of lighting and a boom of thunder, the woman he loved fell to the ground and as he went to reach for her, Prima jumped on her in a fell swoop and ripped her throat out. Leaving her corpse on a bed of lettuce, blood squirting, as the life left her eyes. He couldn't scream he couldn't let out a single sound. Prima grew closer and closer to him, reaching out with black fingers and dark eyes.
He jolted awake and yelled to Adonis " She's here!" They both leapt to their feet looking around in madness,
"What do we do?!" Adonis yelled out, but Nico had no answers.
He bolted out of the library and ran down the hall as fast as he could, abandoning Adonis, he avoided looking behind him while knocking down everything in his path. It was well into the night and the majority of the crew were asleep. Now, however, every door that was passed began to open as he ran and stumbled through every hallway. He couldn't face his fate, and this soon? Each turn he took began transforming into another hallway he didn't recognize and after a few corners, he found himself lost in a hall with no doors.
Beginning to hyperventilate he tried to turn around and go back, but it was only a wall. It was as if every turn he had taken was now gone. He gasped in shock. He had no choice but to go on. He began walking very slowly and the lights suddenly flickered, he saw someone emerge from the left. Quickly turning he sees a corpse version of his wife floating toward him, he falls to the floor and covers his mouth to shield the scream of terror he lets out. She comes over, places her hands over his eyes, and lowers her mouth to his ear to whisper,
"Do you remember the garden, my sweet Nico? How the bees would dance through the small mass of flowers and how we would sit for hours talking and enjoying the scenes. The garden we had worked so hard for. Do you miss it, Nico? Do you ever wish you could go back? Would you like me to take you back?" Nico was frozen in terror, this couldn't be his wife, but how could anyone else know these things?
At this moment, he immediately regretted his decision to bring them on a boat. He was sure they would be able to run but it seemed Prima's spirit had been toying with them. Their plan had failed and they were right where she wanted, alone in the middle of the ocean with nowhere to hide. This was not his wife but Prima toying with him.
This realization made his stomach sink, he knew he was going to die. The phantom corpse still had their hands over his eyes and she began digging her fingers into the sockets, Nico let out a blood-curdling scream as blood began squirting out. She drew her fingers out and whispered to him,
"I'm taking you back to our home." She grabbed his hand and led him out onto the deck, he could barely stand from the pain. As they emerged onto the deck, a storm had overtaken the sea and skies, he could feel the spray of water on his face, and no matter what he tried to do, the grip she had on him wouldn't loosen. When they finally stopped walking he collapsed to the ground and felt her jump on top of him, as he lay there terrified, he felt a mouth on his throat and the pain of tearing flesh. Blood gushed everywhere, as she ripped more and more flesh from his neck and chest.
In his last moments, he thought of his companion, what would happen to him? Where was Adonis?
She worked her way down to his heart, tore it out of his chest, and began eating it in the palms of her hands.
As his lifeless body lay there, she stood up smiling down at him, and grabbed his leg. She began dragging him back into the ship to finish what she came to do. As they headed down the hallway toward the library, Adonis was still sitting in there, frantically doing research.
After Nico had fled the scene he saw no sign of Prima and quickly got back to work trying to find any way to get them out of this. She arrives a few moments later and stands at the door, staring at him. It takes him moments to notice her, and when he does, it's not the dark version of her that was following them but the first version he ever saw of her, this vision of beauty in a white sundress.
She leaves Nico in the hallway and slowly approaches,
"What happened Adonis? Is this all you wanted after we sat for nights and bore our souls? When we danced and ate when we shared secrets and gentle gazes over the fire? Was there any other option for us? We could have been so much more.." She paused "..but did you know I chose you and not the other way around? I could smell the death on you the moment you spotted me. Have you ever wondered why you felt so drawn to me? This moment has been coming to you for a very long time. I've spent my lifetime finding and devouring men like you. You see a pretty young girl and you wish to devour her, to destroy her beauty and make it a fun little game for you. But I promise you this is what you deserve."
Adonis stared at her with so much terror his blood felt frozen. The fire held no warmth for him.
"Prima, please, I'm so sorry. If I could —"
" Don't finish that sentence, Adonis, don't you dare utter another word. You aren't sorry, you're only sorry you got caught. You are now mine to devour, and do with what I wish." She paused and looked back, " I have something for you."
She approaches the door and begins dragging Nico in, Adonis jolts back and falls over all the books he has laid out. He looks at her with tears in his eyes,
" What did you do to him?!" She looks over at him and is no longer as she was, but is dark and decaying, she smiles a deep dark smile,
"Are you ready to join him?"
