Bloody Cobblestones (Part 1)

My mind awakens to this extravagant pull like being jerked when standing to close to a jet engine starting. I feel my top rise, mind diving for the feel of the wolf arising from its cage, surfing on a wave of adrenaline. Shaking off the lethargy of my hibernation, hunger stands up snapping at its chains, my thoughts traveling inches over the turbulent ocean snatching tastes of scents, ever drawing closer to the reason of this rude awakening. Every second another part of me coalesces into the true extension of my morbid being. A spark of direction pops into my brain and I step onto the light killing shadow of a red oak becoming a part of the darkness. The glint of lights and the glitter of the waves exist and de-exist as I pass. Reforming in the endarkened corner of a garden near a park, tiny shrubs entwined in vines. Shift, behind an evergreen across the park, Push, in a bookstore aisle three narrow but sleek, Stab, behind my prey walking unsuspectingly. Standing from the shadow of the street sign in front of him I ensnare my fingers around his throat drawing him into the ebony silk that is me. Slash, he slams into a cobblestone wall in a slim alley I’ve chosen. Right foot sliding I drop into a crouch, left finger blades tearing through the flesh behind the right knee-cap then flinging it, spraying a crimson trail and hobbling my prize. I slam myself against the wall, staggering into its shadow then reforming, drawing him in close. Bringing my head near his ear I crack my throat, educating him to my primal cause, “All humans are hardwired to savage ANY which cause harm to a loved one. Too bad for you”, then for emphasis I rip off the funnel shaped appendage, spitting it in his face.