Chapter Five

Charles turned at Christina after he recollected that

memory. He didn't know why but that memory had suddenly appeared at this point.

He had never for once ruminated over that moment but at this time, he only

cared about one thing - the woman before him.

"Christina," he began in a deep yet seemly voice.

"You are that pleasurable dream I never want to wake up from, the moment I

pray to never becomes a memory and your voice is the melody I wish to listen to

eternally."

Christina's cheeks blushed red but she quickly turned her

head away. She was expecting another reply after she told him the truth. She

still loved Jason even though he did something despicable but that couldn't be

everything about him... Right?!

"I'm not saying you should leave the one who makes you

happy," Charles continued. "But I'll be by your side no matter

what."

Christina turned at him, his face was solemn and truthful -

like he meant every word he said. It sounded like something she had told Jason

on numerous occasions but he'd always laugh it off and said she was dramatic

even though she meant everything.

The man before her told her all of that and he reeked of

sincerity. Who exactly was he and the event yesterday... None of it made any

sense. There was a piece to this puzzle she was missing.

She was about to speak but their attention was taken away

from them by the sound of the doorbell.

"I have to get that," Christina stood up briskly.

Her hair was scattered and her face was a mess. She was still in the same

clothes she wore yesterday but they were badly ripped - due to her wold

transformation.

She remembered walking in darkness until she came across a

silver wolf but for some reason, she felt no fear and touched the wolf.

As she made contact, her body was transported and she found

herself on the green lushy ground and there was a masculine body resting atop

her - it was Charles.

There were flashes of light and one of them was about to be

pointed at her.

Fortunately, the moon above her hid under a cloud, and

dramatically, her body reverted to her human form. She wasn't aware that this

had taken place.

All she remembered was that people had begun to take

pictures of her and Charles. They all laughed merrily about it and within

moments, they had dispersed.

She didn't understand what had transpired or the

implications of what happened but seeing Charles. She remembered how he was in

a fight with the housemaster for Kingsville hostel. She couldn't leave him by

himself so she thought that it would be best to take him to her apartment.

To her surprise, she carried him effortlessly. He felt so

light - like a feather and that wasn't the only new development.

The people who were taking pictures of her had suddenly

begun to move in slow motion.

She could see the expressions on their faces forming, their

legs took a longer time to change position. She was able to walk around them -

with Charles hunched on her shoulder.

She didn't understand what was happening but it was

enthralling to witness.

She decided to take a jog and within seconds, she reached

her apartment's door. Earlier, it had taken her seven minutes while running as

fast as she could but now she did it within forty-five seconds.

"What the hell is happening to my body?" Her face

gleamed with excitement.

She hurried inside and set Charles on her bed. He had small

cuts but none of them appeared fatal.

"Most of his injuries are probably internal,"

Christina muttered to herself. "But what the hell?! The housemaster did

try to murder me. Fuck! This mister has a lot of explaining to do when he wakes

up."

Her body began to shudder but it wasn't because of the

rain's cold. She was beginning to hyperventilate, her heart beat so fast it

felt like it would break from her chest. She looked at her palms and watched

them shiver.

Her left eye twitched uncomfortably and she dropped to her

knees but there was an aching sensation, it was all too familiar. She was

hungry.

"I'd get something to eat later," she told herself

and looked at Charles. "I have to help him."

Pulling out a first aid kit from under her bed, she removed

the methylated spirit, bandage, and plaster.

"I have to remove his shirt," she tugged at his

collar, and to her surprise, it ripped off to shreds.

She trembled back in fear and caught her breath, she wasn't

expecting that development but she continued with her mission.

She tore out his shirt completely and her mouth opened wide

in wonder. His body was an artistic masterpiece - with properly rounded

shoulders, finely-toned chest, well-developed traps, well-defined abdomens, and

a narrow waist.

Hitched to the belt of his trousers were two daggers, a

small mirror, and one scimitar.

She found herself staring at his body more than she would

like to admit. "Stop it, Christie," she told herself. "Get over

yourself, you have a boyfriend."

As she said that, her mind flashed back to the event that

had Jason sleeping with Donna.

She hissed weakly and got to work. She applied methylated

spirit on the cuts and put plaster. She was careful and methodical while

applying the bandages - making sure not to use too little or too much.

After she was done, she slumped to the ground tiredly. The

rumbling sound from her stomach woke her up. She stood to her full height and

held her stomach. She was unbelievably hungry but to her surprise, she found

the man on her bed so appetizing. She fiddled with his chest and as she did,

saliva dropped from her teeth. "Perhaps, one bite wouldn't hurt," she

licked her lips ravenously.

She slapped herself back to her senses. "Christie, what

the fuck is wrong with you? You see some crazy shit in the night and you become

a cannibal. Christina the Cannibal has a nice ring to it."

She laughed to herself but quickly came to her senses.

"I'll find something to eat."

She arranged the first aid box before inserting it back

under the bed. Afterward, she packed the remainder of the torn clothes and

materials that weren't used while administering treatment to Charles.

She left the room and threw the waste materials in the waste

bin and then, the rumbling sensation visited but this time, it was a thousand

times stronger!

Ahhh!

Christina fell to the ground and held her stomach as tightly

as she could. She was so hungry and she didn't understand why - it felt like

her stomach was empty.

She ran to the freezer and tried to open it but to her

surprise - she tore off the door.

But her hunger was so intense that she didn't care. She

packed a bar of Mars ' chocolate in the freezer.

She tore off the wrapper and bit into it. She gobbled it

down like it was water and within seconds, she found out that she had eaten

nearly every bar of chocolate in the freezer but the more she ate, the more

hungry she was.

A new sensation emerged - it was as if the food had reached

up to her throat and wanted to come out from that new opening. She wanted to

throw up.

She packed different cans and packs of food before running

to the toilet, and immediately, she got there, she opened the toilet seat and

vomited. She cried in pain as it felt like a little blood escaped her stomach

to join the vomited food but as insane as it was, she was still famished.

She ate more from the foodstuffs she brought to the toilet.

The more she ate, the hungrier she was and the hungrier she

was, the more she vomited.

She began to weep profusely as each vomit exerted so much

pain on her body and her head ached so much it felt like it would burst.

She cried painfully but couldn't stop herself. Whatever the

hell was happening to her!

Soon, she had consumed everything around her but the hunger

persisted. She vomited all of the contents she had consumed into the toilet.

Her body was weak and spent - she didn't know what to do.

And then, she heard a familiar voice. She turned to see who

it was - Charles was standing in the doorway but his legs weren't the only

thing standing. His soldier also stood at attention, erect like an arrow

readied on a bow.

Christina shook her head after remembering last night's

events, she was so quick to leave the bathroom that she wasn't cognizant of how

she presently looked. She opened the door without checking who it was.

And she regretted that because as soon as she did, Jason

rushed inside, his face boiling with rage.

"Where is he?!" He gritted his teeth.

Christina was taken aback by his words and his actions. She

had never seen him so upset before but she knew she had to speak.

"Who?"

"That bastard you were getting freaky with at the

school fountain. I shoulda known something was up when I saw him getting

friendly with you at the hostel. Donna told me she would handle it, I should

never have trusted her."

Christina could still feel a terrible headache but

everything clicked - the people who were taking pictures of her at the

fountain. They must have posted it on social media which advertently caused a

trend and Jason must have seen it. But she didn't care about that, all she

cared about was her hunger.

And Jason looked so delicious - perhaps one chunk from him

wouldn't hurt.

Saliva dripped from her teeth as her eyes undressed Jason -

she imagined his body naked and served on a silver platter.

She made her way towards him and licked her lips. Jason saw

her and his upset face slowly changed into a confused one. He clearly didn't

understand what was happening but while he was trying to make sense.

Christina dove her teeth into his left shoulder and pulled

out a mouthful of flesh.

"Ahhrghghh!" He screamed in agony as blood gushed

out speedily. Blood was smeared all over Christina's lips but the taste of

flesh was so delicious - she wanted more.

Jason's face - ridiculed with pain and fear turned to

Christina who eyed him dangerously. "Who are you?"

"Shush," Christina gleamed playfully as she

swallowed. "Food shouldn't speak."