mirror of
https://gitlab.silvrtree.co.uk/martind2000/booksnew.git
synced 2025-01-11 19:55:08 +00:00
44 lines
3.3 KiB
Plaintext
44 lines
3.3 KiB
Plaintext
<em><STRONG>CHAPTER 33.</STRONG></em></p>
|
||
|
||
<p>Down in Barloan Harbour, Old Mrs Cosgrove, peering throgh her thick lenses, had not recognised her when she came knocking on the door, keping her face to the shadows. It was no surprise that the old woman who offered rooms for bed and breakfast did not know her. She had changed.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>The nights had been filled with strange dreams and the days filed with strange hungers. Her ears buzzed and crackled and her sense of smell was changing too. She needed hot meat, flesh and blood. Sweet tastes nauseated her and made her retch violently. She had pains deep in her belly, wrenching, swelling pains, but they did not distress her.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>She sat in the dark now, most of the time, keeping away from the light, huddled in the swirl of blankets.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>It had been right to move, to get away. There was danger in staying where she was known, danger not just to herself. Instinct had had driven her on, tugging her wordlessly, pushing her to somewhere safe, somewhere she could hide and wait. </p>
|
||
|
||
<p>The time was almost on her. The pressure in her belly was intense. The skin was stretched until she felt it might rip asunder. Inside she could feel the small movements and the hot pains and the glow spread through her. It had not taken long and the waiting would soon be over.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>In the night, something stirred and she awoke with a ripple of alarm, but she saw it was the other one turning in her sleep, the one she had known from that distant time before. Her name was May, she recalled. Something like May. The name of a month. The name mattered nothing at all now. No name did. Her sister, her brood sister, was stirring awake. The moonlight streamed through the narrow window, fuzzed by the condensation on the glass from the heat of their bodies and the warmth of their breath.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>A third one was already awake and her eyes were gleaming in the light. The fourth and fifth were starting to move. She did not know their names. They had no names. She had almost forgotten her own. Identity too, meant nothing now yet they all recognised her and the difference inside her.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>She moved too, careful of the weight in her depths, careful of her precious burden. </p>
|
||
|
||
<p>She hunkered down, ignoring the small and distant pain as her knee pressed on the bent frame of old Mrs Cosgrove<76>s glasses. Eyes glittered impassively in the dark. Without a pause at all, she joined the others in the moonlight and they moved slowly, giving her preference, as was her naturaal right. She bent and used her teeth to strip the plump, rich flesh from a cold, spread-eagled thigh. She gulped it down without chewing and the blood trickled down her chin and over the swelling curve of her breasts. The others watched her as she fed, naked in the dark. Over the smell of the meat, she could sense their own imminent birthings. They would produce only males.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>She was different. The vessel that had been Helen Lamont nurtured a special burden. No man would ever resist her offspring. It would live forever.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>A drop of milk leaked out to merge with the blood and the birth pains began to pulse deep inside.</p>
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
<p><STRONG>THE END</p>
|
||
|
||
<p></STRONG>April 2, 1995.</p>
|
||
|
||
<p>(5.7.95)<strong></strong></p><p>
|
||
INCUBUS : Chapter 33
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
480
|
||
Joe Donnelly Page
|
||
|
||
INCUBUS
|
||
|
||
Joe Donnelly Page 460
|
||
|