You wake up

You wake up and open your eyes. The whole world explodes in your head.

It’s as if you’ve lived up until now in a state of dream. It’s as if a dull cloud obscured your senses for the last 21 years. It’s as if, for the first time in your life, you can hear properly, you can smell properly, you can see properly, you can touch properly, you can taste properly.

You are in a small cabin, not your cabin, lying on a bed, naked. Through the porthole you can the night sky and the stars, but you’ve never seen the sky this way, it radiates with light.

You move your legs and by doing so you rub your legs together. An orgasm overwhelms you. Panting you try to move again but another orgasm hits you. You stand as still as possible while trying to calm down. You try to concentrate on your heart beat but you can’t hear it.

You can hear the couple next door having an argument, you can hear the waiter passing a clothe on his bar on the floor below, you can hear the rats in the wall, you can hear everything but your heart beat.

Raising your hand to take your pulse you stop. This hand doesn’t belong to you. It looks like your hand but it’s so pale and your nails are so long, so sharp. You put back your hand by your side, far away from your line of sight.

You finally calm down. Taking care not to move your legs too much you manage to rise on your elbows. You look at your body. It’s not only the hand that’s pale, it’s your entire body, your delicious body…

With this foreign hand your start feeling yourself, each touch of your fingers on your cold body sends a firework of sensations exploding in your head, delicious sensations. You don’t mind so much anymore for the pleasure, you lay back down and continue exploring your body. Soon your fingers find their way between your thighs.

A finger rubbing your clit, three more in your cunt pumping hard, you lose count of the orgasms that overtake you.

After a while you rise. Licking your drenched fingers you realize that you’re still not satisfied but you feel that there’s another urge you’ll have to indulge soon.

You spot one of your dresses on a chair. One of the nice ones: black with a large red stripe for a belt, huge bare back. You dismiss it and go to the bathroom. You look at your reflection in the mirror and suddenly, you have an epiphany. Your memories come back: the pleasure, the pain, the aggression, the gift. You understand it, you understand it all. You are one of them now; you are a creature of the night, a predator…

The creature looking back at you in the mirror is magnificent: the perfect hunter, beautiful, sensual, and so deadly. You lick your fangs; touch the tip of your ears, admire the voracious light in your eyes.

But all this has to be hidden; this magnificence must be saved as a gift only for those of your kind and for those who will soon join you. Instinctively you withdraw the fangs, morph the ears, and hide the glow.

You dress and exit. The boat is filled with life. In the distance you can hear the humans enjoying themselves. The hunt has begun.