I didn't sleep much after blacking out, an hour or two at most before my self imposed anxiety woke me up with the threat that he would leave. I couldn't, not with him in the house. The last time we met was a month ago and not only was I low key starving, but I had missed him terribly.
"Get back to sleep" Enron whispered when he felt me stirring but I reached a hand to him either way. His body felt hot as usual and I wanted some more of that warmth.
"... you're leaving" I said knowing it was true. He had to leave because sometimes if he just randomly popped up, he would start to get drained. And I had very consciously manipulated him into coming up here without proper procedure.
Enron didn't say anything rather he turned to face me and pulled me onto his lap like the way you would a small child. I had long since lost any thoughts of shame and just went with the flow. I sat facing him. His eyes were the color of crystal coal when he was calm. But all that could change in a moment. His hand went to grip my chin as he made me keep eye contact.
They were times when Enron was just a normal guy working a nine to five job. And then the times he bathed in blood and dominance that you wouldn't want to even look at him. Now he was just Enron. Normal.
"What was that last night?" He asked gently as I unconsciously swallowed my incoming nerves and mumbled an insincere apology. He didn't let go and his grip became a little harsh making me wince. It wasn't painful in the actual sense, but he didn't need to know that.
"If I ever catch you in a position like that again somebody is dying" he said it like it was the most normal thing to come out of his mouth, and well it was.
"Then maybe you should stop ignoring me when I call. It's been a month Enron and I was hungry." I retort with my newfound frown.
"...."
"When is he going to give you a break, his over working you these days" I whine slightly hugging him tighter. He grunts as if the conversation is not important enough for a reply and diverts the question.
"How is the new town?" he asks and I pull back to look him in the eye just so I can see his reaction when I tell him about our new town mates.
"You got time to chat?"
"No"
"Didn't think so... but we have werewolves for neighbor's apparently" He jolts and immediately frown at this. He keeps quiet a moment, and his eyes turn slightly darker as though gauging my honesty and I chuckle.
"Kid you not"
"Should I be worried?"
"Nah, what's a bunch of werewolves going to do against a..." I trail when a howl rips through the calm night. Enron tenses but then pales and I know his time is up. I press a soft kiss to his pale lips and nod urging him to go back before shit hits the fan. He sighs considerably and before I know it his giving me one of those I'll make it up to you kisses that leave me feeling like crap and then.... nothing.
He's gone. The tiny theater binding him to me loosens and he just vanishes.
The usual cold seeps in to replace the warmth he brings and I frown.
Just puff, like he was never there in the first place. If it wasn't for that stupid stench of death that always looms over him, I would've questioned the entire time we just spent together. I blink some water back into my eye sockets and fall back down on my now cold and empty bed.
I want to wallow in self-pity and whatever stupid emotions being human brings about so he can guiltily get back but then the wolf howls again and for some reason it sounds strangely nearby. His howl is beautiful, kind of sad really though but still beautiful. My cold heart tugs at his pain and I frown.
"Why would I be upset over a sad wolf?" I ask myself and slide off the bed, grabbing my robe as I move to the outside porch. I switch off the security light outside so I can properly see the moon at its best. It's bright... like in your face bright. And I can see all the surrounding areas and forestry. My nose picks up a scent of dog in the distance, and I know it's most likely the wolves patrolling their territory.
My senses may not be as strong as Enron's, but I can almost feel their unease.
They must've felt Enron when he entered. Usually, he would just directly come through the house, and they wouldn't detect a thing but since I was so hungry and roamed this place, he had to find me outside. I frown a bit thinking of the possibility of them smelling him all the way to my house but then shake my head. If even, I can't smell him anymore then no one could.
Well, for everybody's peace of mind let's hope we never have to cross paths with the wolves.
Didn't need to leave another town so soon. I actually liked werewolves. They were a united bunch and had this crazy love for life thing going on. I mean who wouldn't want to be loved for life.
And the best part... their complete devotion to territory and pack. All that came with emotions. Emotions I could live on for so long I didn't even have to hunt.
It was kind of perfect; Enron was busy running daddy's little empire while I was here doing... nothing really.
I mean, all I had to do was mind my own fucking business while the wolves left me the fuck alone and everybody was happy. Really, it didn't take much to impress me. Just fuck off far away and we are good.