The Hunger

The Hunger

The hunger surged in his head, and his blood-starved veins burned with the fever it induced. The pain in his head grew in pounding waves. The hunger had control; he had no defense but to obey the hunger and satisfy his lust. Despite his revulsion at what he must do, he was unable to resist the hunger.

His acute senses were assailed with an influx of stimuli. The night air held the first twinges of autumn coldness mottled by warm drifts that carried the odors and sounds of the festive crowds. Carnivals and fairs were always full of too many scents, too many lights, too many watchful eyes. But here he could feed. He would be able to appease the hunger and abate the pain.

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