Maybe I don't have a choice, and maybe that is all I have, and maybe this is a cry for help.

The smell of frying meat and vegetables makes me wrinkle my nose, but I continue to stir and turn the food in the wok. My hands shake as I hold the utensils, blinking rapidly to clear the film of red from my eyes. I hear the stomp of heavy boots coming down the stairs, and grit my teeth and Marina enters the kitchen. Her voice is rough with sleep as she inquires, "What did I miss?" 
I hear the snap of her unbuckling and removing her tactical vest. Keeping my gaze on the cooking food, I reply, "Oh hey. You're awake. I figured you'd be hungry, since you need to eat, so I'm making you something to eat." I cringe at the sound of my own voice, and its unnatural, disjointed tone.
As Marina continues to remove her boots and outerwear, her scent fills the room, reeking of sweat, dirt and river water. She moves close to me, and her hands come into my view, reaching for the spatula. "I can cook, Madelyn. Here, let me-"
I needlessly inhale, whimpering quietly as Marina reaches past me. My throat burns at the smell of her blood flowing so nearby. "I can...I can do it."
She pushes at me with her shoulders. "Really, it's not an issue. You don't have to cook for me."
I look up to her finally, attempting to fight my hunger. My fangs extend and I cover my mouth, ashamed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to help...I'm sorry." I drop the cooking utensils and move away from the ghoul.

Marina seems mildly stricken, "No, no," she apologizes. "It's not that, I'm just not really used to being waited on. You know? It's not really something that I encounter often." She follows me step for step, despite my angst, "I'm not used to someone serving me, instead of the other way around."
I hold my hands out, attempting to halt Marina's following. "Please stop...you smell...you smell like.." I press my hand harder against my mouth and nose.
She stops, then lifts her arm and sniffs underneath. "Good god, you're right." She pauses, staring at me with a curious expression. "If you don't mind, could I take a shower? I don't want to impose further, but I could use a bath, like, yesterday."
I nod my head, still covering my mouth. "You can do whatever you want "
"No, it's your house. Just because my regnant is your... you know, doesn't mean you can't have a pair when you're talking to me. I'm a ghoul, Madelyn, you're allowed to say 'no' to me."
I force my hand from my mouth, attempting to muster an iota of control as I respond, "It's fine. Really, Marina. I'm just..." I take another step back, desperate to escape the reek of her blood. "Don't worry about it. Go...shower." She gives me a wary glance, before heading upstairs.

The floor creaks under her every step, and I hear the bathroom door shut and the groan of the pipes as the water begins to run. With struggle, I return to the food. The hand not stirring creeps up to my mouth, and I bite into it, relishing the pain and the taste of my own blood. I finish the stir fry and turn the stove off, rocking back on my heels until the sound of Marina's voice coming down the stairs jolts me from my fugue. "Uh, Madelyn? Got any clothes I can borrow?"
I pull my hand from my mouth, swallowing harshly before answering. "Yeah, I'll...yeah."
Marina waits at the top of the stairs, clad in a damp towel, her strawberry blonde hair spread in wet hanks over her shoulders. Some of the wounds on her shoulders seem to have healed. I stop at the top of the stairs, unable to keep my eyes from her neck as she speaks. "Thanks, again." Nodding, I duck into my room, avoiding looking at the bed as I pull an armful of clothing from my closet and step back into the hallway, offering it to Marina. She chuckles. "Any for you? You need them almost as much as I do."
I glance down at the same clothes that I've been wearing for the past five nights. "No, I'm fine." I squeeze my wounded hand at my side, hoping the sting will distract me from the vein that pulses in her bare throat. "I should leave you alone..."
She accepts the clothing, but sets it aside, studying my face. "Madelyn, do you need to feed? If so, you need to tell me now."
"I need to.." I shrink away from Marina. "I don't want to."
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he ghoul breathes heavily, then sighs out in a sort of confident declaration of intent. "Madelyn, I have enough blood to sustain you. Just take enough to sustain you, until I can grab you a willing participant. Luckily, you're not one of Tommy's people, so you'll at least be able to do it without making me want to die." 
She smiles and chuckles at her last statement, and the sound makes me flinch. "I'll hurt you. I can't not." My tone is conflicted, torn between hunger and distaste.
Marina falters slightly, "Of course you can. What is it that Littany said? It's an expression of intent. Just think about not hurting me, and it won't hurt."
I swallow a mouthful of air, looking to Marina, my eyes sad. "That's why I can't."
She places a hand on my shoulder, holding up the towel with her underarms, and asks, "Why not? Maybe I can help? I was there when Tommy taught the Caitiff how, maybe it'll help."
I stiffen under Marina's hand, but don't move away. Shaking my head, I reply, "I don't want to...not hurt you." I lower my face, avoiding the ghoul's eyes.
I feel her warm hand under my chin forcing my eyes to hers. Her expression looks hurt as she asks, "You want to hurt me?"
I clench my hands tightly at my sides, struggling. "Marina, please stop. I'll just...I'll figure something else out.." My hunger grows, despite the tears that well in my eyes.

Marina seems to be steeling herself, her muscles stiffening as she bites down hard on her own tongue. She opens her mouth, displaying the welling blood to me. I groan aloud, wanting to turn my gaze away and retreat. Her expression shows defiance and power, but there's a hunger of her own in her eyes. I envy her control, exhaling sharply and pushing her away with clawed hands. My lips pull up, exposing my teeth in a snarl. Marina's towel drops as she parries my claws to the side and forces her mouth against mine. The smell of her blood is too strong. My fangs grow and I bite into the ghoul's lips and mouth with a growl. She growls back in response, her wounded tongue pressing into my mouth. I clamp my jaws down, severing part of the organ and relishing the gout of blood that escapes down my throat. Marina's gasps in pain, her body pinned against mine as I dig my claws into her shoulders. I reach out to her with my thoughts, not speaking, but implanting a taste of the sickening madness into the ghoul's subconscious. I watch as her eyes grow wide and frightened, her stance becoming defensive. I tighten my grip, my lips turn up into a smile against hers as I continue drinking. Marina begins to pull away, a high pitched groan emitting from her chest. I remove my claws from her shoulders as she breaks free, shredding her lips in the process. Hissing angrily, hot blood running down my chin, I lunge as she runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I follow, slamming my open palm against the door hard enough to shake it in its frame.

A shudder runs through my body, and my guts churns, threatening to lurch up the blood I just consumed. I hit my palm against the wood again, half-heartedly. My mouth tastes sour and I fight away the shame and horror that spreads its seeds in my thoughts. The sound of thumping comes clearly from inside the bathroom. Squeezing my eyes shut briefly, I turn the knob and open the door. Marina cowers in the bathtub, wielding the curtain rod in a scene that's painfully familiar to me. Her green eyes show a deep terror, the terror that only comes with being surrounded by your own worst fears. "Please," she pleads with a wounded tongue and with lips that have only slightly healed. "Please, make them stop."
Any sense of hunger left runs out of me, replaced with pity. My own voice sounds pained as I pull a towel from the rack and reply, "I told you, Marina. I told you." I approach the ghoul slowly.
She brandishes the rod, her feet slipping under her as she tries to stand. "Madelyn, please. Tell him to make them stop."
My brow furrows. "I can't." I reach for the shower rod, pulling it from Marina's terrified, grasping hands. I set it on the floor and climb into the tub with her, holding the towel out. "I'll protect you, though."
Marina grabs onto the towel, and then clutched at my arms. "Tell him! Tell him to make them stop, Madelyn. He listens to you. Please."
Her words send a pang of agony through my chest. My words are weak and shuddering as I reply, "Shh, it's alright." I move to sit in the tub with the other woman, pulling her close to me and wrapping the towel around her. I pet her hair, keeping my tone soft and comforting. "I'm sorry, Marina. I'll protect you, OK?"

The woman shakes in my arms, her skin covered in goosebumps and bruises. I tuck the edges of the towel under her, as she stares up at me, the wounds on her face healing quickly. "Madelyn, when will I go back to normal? When is it going to stop?"
I meet her eyes, before forcing my own closed. "Soon." I sigh, fighting overwhelming exhaustion. "I promise."
Marina continues talking in a terrified tone. "I wish I'd never met him, I want to be who I was, Madelyn. Just make me normal, again. Just let me go back to the way it was." She continues to shake, silently.
I frown, eyes still closed, smoothing Marina's hair from her face. "Just..." I force air from my lungs. "Just sleep. It'll be safer for you." The ghoul trembles in my arms, but remains silent. Even with my eyes closed, her fearful expression and torn face haunt me. It's replaced with Sailix's anger and hurt as he pulls his wounded hand from mine. Tommy, clapping a hand over the claw marks in his features. Alex struggling fruitlessly under me as I clamp my teeth into his shoulder. I quickly forget Marina's anguish and drown in my own, my arms falling away from the ghoul as I regress into sleep, into an escape from the inescapable.

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