Aaron, Ontario, Canada

....I buried that coaxing child back in the crypts....

"Song Kwan...that was the name." The name was Korean and made me blow off the dust from my old....old memories...when I lived with my dad in Daegu. They were the most beautiful days among the days that I've spent in my life.....He taught me how to build a self control and make it your power, how to control the bulging poison in my blood and how to make use of it, but for good.

And I was here, wasted, indulged in an illegal business.

" But it's all the past, the past" I jerked my head to get rid of all this issue.

The inner world was far more vigilant . I was staring at the wardrobe, my massive head tilted to one side as if it had gained excessive mass.

My legs refused to move, but I forced them to advance. The nausea didn't give in. My thoughts consumed the brain and the body moved on its own.

I unlatched the wardrobe and the smell of the perfumes jet out. The inner scent was better than the odour of the room.

Gulping the smell, I almost got inside my wardrobe.

....I didn't wanted to smell blood, again....

I clutched my usual black LFD sweatshirt, hoodie and my damaged jeans. Usually, I liked to dress up but today, I had no soul for it.

I was cold, and I realized it now.

I slipped inside my clothes and knocked off the odour of the blood with the perfume. The nausea gave in now. It was better that it did.

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My wristwatch said 6. My legs were back, functional. The carotid was normal and the storm gave. I was happy to see myself normal. Those few hours weren't less than a nightmare and I was glad to get rid of that feeling.

" Goodness! I'm deadly late." I slipped inside my shoes and sprinted for my bicycle, parked out on the pavements.

I hurried over my bike and it synchronised with me.

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A tall, blonde lady, S- posing in the line of my nose at Sui's, made me halt abruptly. I wasn't shocked seeing that because I knew who would it be. It was Rami, a brutal brat with a flawless figure. Nerves tight.

I got down from my bike and parked it in the parking lot. Biased.

" Finally, you are here, Aaronie!" she said, advancing like a cougar, making my cheeks feel warm. I have always been disgusted by her bizarre tone and exclamations, especially when she over stretched "A- a-r-o-n-i-eeee!!"

She was elder to me, anyway. I was 20 and she, 30, a no-way match. She was keenly aware of my feelings for her but it didn't kept her from sitting on my lap in Sui's club and clutch my biceps, giving all sorts of seductive looks.....in other words, flirt.

I confronted the Sui's. Her hand slipped over my stomach and the whole length of her hand pressed forcibly against my ab muscles. Her other hand, trailing my backbone, clutched my shoulder. The look in her eyes clearly spoke the strong feelings she had for me but I didn't had any for her. I was glad that I didn't had.

Anyone could gauge her carnal desires after having a look at her hold.

Aishhhh.....no! I don't want her to feel like that for me when I can't return the similar feeling to her. I'm sorry, Rami..

And I jerked her hand off from my stomach and shoulder.

She showed no objection in letting go of me. It was usual. She wanted me really bad for I could see that in her eyes, loosing the hope of getting me.

I held her hand to make her feel and say that  " ...I love you but only as a friend and please don't make it complicated..." but I didn't say, she understood and we moved inside the bar.