A weird aftertaste

Stan’s eyes are shut. His world is entirely filled in black as he slowly wakes up. There still seems to be a thumping on the background. Like he has a headache all over his body. Which seems to be in a less severe state than it should be. Though Stan can’t really grasp in what state he then should be.

Then, as if Stan’s memories are sliding into his brain, Stan can remember. Almost reliving it in his head for a moment. Feeling how for a fleeing moment his longues feel hot and groggy. Only to feel fine again in a split second after. A muffled grunt escapes his lips. Now memorizing tediously slow how he had saved two people and made a walk towards Lauren’s house. Though he doesn’t remember arriving.

What he also can’t grasp his head around, is how his body has been able to regenerate in some way. Not to mention in such a short time. It could therefore also be that he was dreaming and none of this was real. Though if it was the first, Stan expected there to be some scar tissue on his back where the rubble had hit him. Which also could proof he was in fact dreaming.

He feels how his pained back is laying on a comfortable surface. He breaths in through his nose, since for some reason his mouth isn’t working, and smells a salty sweet caramel shampoo. A scent he knew well but never had smelled so close. His senses seemed to come back as he feels a salty warm taste around his mouth. A heart pulsing through it. Stan’s brain isn’t yet completely fired up as he feels his jaw clench. Biting into the warmth almost instinctively.

A breath flows out of his victim. Then to be replaced by a loud guttural moan. As if a dam had broken. Which in this case sounded like a repressed want. Concocted with a craving and a desire for something she desperately needed, but yet had been trying to avoid. Nonetheless it had eventually lead to it all leaking out of her. Which made it almost seem like it was predestined to happen in this way. As if nothing in this world could have stopped this from happening and she too momentarily could see it as that. Which seems to make the woman enjoy the moment even more. Since her subservience guides her to lay atop of him.

The desperation she just experienced is being met by Stan’s want. Whose actions are mostly guided by an impulse to dominate. An aptitude for conquering as her whole body relaxes against his. Stan’s arms move around her. Holding her against him. Still keeping his eyes closed. Mostly because it keeps him relaxed. For a long moment he just stays like that. While he breaths in through his nose, smelling the sweet familiar caramel. As the woman lay atop of him, short but deep breaths moving in and out of her system.

Stan, to his shock, is enjoying it. To him it all seems a bit too unreal because of that. Believing it to be one of those dreams he has had from that terrible man. The villain would also enjoy a scene like this. But the longer he stays with his eyes closed, the more his head starts to work. Never has Stan had a dream in which he felt pain like he experiences now. While there is also the familiarity with this body that he didn’t expect there to be…His jaw relaxes, letting his prey go. Feeling how his head almost recoils because of the realization. How he feels the world is sliding away from his feet as he remembers how he rang the doorbell. He remembers how he fell. He remembers the woman at the door. He remembers her name. His memories of Lauren. The zoo experiments. Her addiction to caramel. And now, he remembers waking up.

He could open his eyes. Though he deliberately keeps them shut. The weight of the woman now feeling like lead that has been pushed on his stomach. His heart feels like it is sinking in quicksand because Stan simply doesn’t fully understand what has happened. To him it has all turned to black when he fell to the gravel…thinking he he has probably passed out…

But perhaps something else had kicked in. Something primal. If he opened his eyes, perhaps he would see the living room laying in shambles because of their struggle. Perhaps there would be a scene so horrid he would never be able to redeem himself. Blood on his body. Lauren who was struggling to live. So now, here he lays on this thing that feels like a couch. Though it mostly feels like a wooden tribunal. Desperately pleading to something that could resemble a god. To make it so that he knows what has happened. To know if he indeed is a monster. Though he is almost for certain that he is. Which makes him not yet able to open his eyes.

Neurons from someone else seem to be able to wire themselves up to Stan’s brain. Cells rewiring to his will. Showing the exact memories Stan was emotionally calling for. The primal emotion of being scared fueling a muscle that he up till now knew little about. Spearing his psyche into his victim who in turn felt a need to get closer. Her lips reaching around Stan’s neck as she was kissing it softly. While Stan connected with her memories, though it only felt to him like a little click. As if a small itch in his head had been met by a scratching it desperately needed. Though Stan didn’t think long about this as he feels how the warm lips of Lauren move to his neck. First letting him feel a warm breath that lands on him as goosebumps travel down his spine. The warm breath marking where soon her mouth will meet his skin. The soft tip of her mouth landing. Feeling like a heated gelatinous dry pillow land on his neck. As her whole body seemed to condense from lead to a warm blanket.

Before the kiss, Stan had wanted to only know what had happened when he had lost consciousness. Though now as he was kissed by his best friend in the neck, he was mostly surprised. To feel her flexible petite form against him. It gave him this alien feeling of thunderous heat driving through his body. Making his muscles clench in some sort of agitated craving. His stomach deciding over what hot and cold might mean. Since it felt like all of everything in him wanted to both stand and sit down. To grab ahold of this magnificent woman. Or to sit still and enjoy it. There was even the thought of kissing her back and feeling what that would be like. To give something he now experienced as something that felt so good. He even thought of something so strong that it seemed to slip his mind. Right into the form atop of him.

‘I want to do this again’

That’s also the moment he opened his eyes. In complete terror as Stan felt it. He felt it happening just like the villain had showed him.

Lauren also got her head up. Her eyes looked a bit unclear. As if a small cloud was hanging in front of it. Almost to be shaken off by a spooked look.

Stan didn’t even care if there had been a struggle in here. Not reading the room, he got up as quickly as he could. Not even noticing he didn’t have his shoes on. Running out the living room to the door. Hearing how Lauren begged.

“Stan please d-don’t go! P-p-please don’t go! I’m so s-s-sorry”

Her words colliding with one another as Stan hears the tears in her words. Breaking his heart as he moves away. Feeling like he needs to run. Thinking about how he had bitten her while she trusted him…not knowing how much of it was out of Lauren’s own volition.