Some minor swearing.  Written some months back.

Hot breath in my ear and a rough tongue licking my face drag me back to consciousness.
Someone is calling

"Ben, Ben, here boy"

A pungent smell assails my nose. Feel like I am underwater, gasping for air. Air which is foetid with the smell of shit and piss and I am propped up against a wire fence with arms that won't work and a brain which is telling me I should be hurting but.........

The smell is coming from the pool of body waste in which I am half sitting, half lying and must have been what attracted the dog to come and investigate. It is shoving at my hand with its nose, trying to encourage me to pat it.

"Ben, come here now. What are you doing? Oh Christ. Miss, can you hear me? Are you hurt? Miss......."

The feeling is coming back, but it's not right. I'm........buzzing.......fizzing.......I feel like an electric charge is re energising my body. Can't lift my head yet. All I can see is a pair of brown shoes and the bottoms of a pair of frayed jeans. He has the dog under control. I can feel its presence slip from my side. It's excitement waning as obeys its master.

"Hello. Do you need help? Shall I call an ambulance, the Police?"


Now my brain is exploding with images of the preceding hours. A club........music......mesmerising pale blue eyes. Caution to the wind and a walk outside to get some air, and he had shown me, told me, picked me for his new consort. Falling, falling through time and space, through colours and senses.

I lick my lips...I can taste.........................

Anger replaces my confusion. Where the fuck was he? Was it all lies? Date rape by some sleazy lying bastard?


Another pair of shoes joins the brown ones. The dog is growling. In my head, a voice.

"Feed, little one, and grow strong."

I lift my head and smile and the brown shod man gasps. He turns to flee but my creator has him by an iron grip. Slowly I rise and stand before them. My tongue flicks across my newly budded fangs.