"Instinctual" -- Original Flash Fiction
Title: "Instinctual"
Author: Morgan O'Friel / originalpuck
World: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Prompts: Elvis Song Titles: 'Animal Instincts' ((for slashthedrabble))
Notes: Sorry for the flood of fiction, but after tonight my net access will be patchy at best, so I thought I would work up a storm and get some pieces up while I still can with relative ease. ^^;
Summary: Anju hates when people tresspass on her property-- especially when they're looking for her girlfriend's blood.
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Checkered moonlight slashed into the slumbering face of my night's liaison, her beautiful mocha skin drawing together as she tossed in nightmarish dismay. But I knew it wasn't just a dream: the twisted howls that pierced her psyche still hung in the air.
The window was ajar.
Swiftly I slid from the sheets, untangling my burning limbs from her airy grasp. They were calling me, and I had to answer. Their type wasn't allowed on my property.
Ignoring the buzz of 'The Pod People' that still played on the television, I focused as their cries grew immediate, going as far as to clunk along the outside of my bedroom window, a claw flashing crimson as it lunged at the screen.
My flesh's boundaries were already reaching towards the creatures' shrieking caws, my midnight teddy crescendoing to the floor as I kept my eyes glued to Rosa, hoping that despite her heavy breathing and faint pants, she would stay under Morpheus' spell.
Snapping down my spine, I was forced to take my eyes from her as I cracked in half, ears prickling for Rosa's horrified voice even as I crumpled with pain. But no noise came-- the sleeping pills I'd offered her seemed to have done more than ease her residual tension.
Draping my paws on the bed, I inhaled Rosa's lavender scent, relishing the way her chest rose in her sleep. But the clicking calls dragged me through my cracked-open doors and into the moon illuminated, heavily dewed night. I prayed I'd be able to destroy the trespassers before our noise and their hunger gave us all away.
Because the policewoman in my bed had never been trained to deal with what waited for me in the pine tree's cove.
Author: Morgan O'Friel / originalpuck
World: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Prompts: Elvis Song Titles: 'Animal Instincts' ((for slashthedrabble))
Notes: Sorry for the flood of fiction, but after tonight my net access will be patchy at best, so I thought I would work up a storm and get some pieces up while I still can with relative ease. ^^;
Summary: Anju hates when people tresspass on her property-- especially when they're looking for her girlfriend's blood.
-------------
Checkered moonlight slashed into the slumbering face of my night's liaison, her beautiful mocha skin drawing together as she tossed in nightmarish dismay. But I knew it wasn't just a dream: the twisted howls that pierced her psyche still hung in the air.
The window was ajar.
Swiftly I slid from the sheets, untangling my burning limbs from her airy grasp. They were calling me, and I had to answer. Their type wasn't allowed on my property.
Ignoring the buzz of 'The Pod People' that still played on the television, I focused as their cries grew immediate, going as far as to clunk along the outside of my bedroom window, a claw flashing crimson as it lunged at the screen.
My flesh's boundaries were already reaching towards the creatures' shrieking caws, my midnight teddy crescendoing to the floor as I kept my eyes glued to Rosa, hoping that despite her heavy breathing and faint pants, she would stay under Morpheus' spell.
Snapping down my spine, I was forced to take my eyes from her as I cracked in half, ears prickling for Rosa's horrified voice even as I crumpled with pain. But no noise came-- the sleeping pills I'd offered her seemed to have done more than ease her residual tension.
Draping my paws on the bed, I inhaled Rosa's lavender scent, relishing the way her chest rose in her sleep. But the clicking calls dragged me through my cracked-open doors and into the moon illuminated, heavily dewed night. I prayed I'd be able to destroy the trespassers before our noise and their hunger gave us all away.
Because the policewoman in my bed had never been trained to deal with what waited for me in the pine tree's cove.