TITLE: Flesh Tone
GENRE: YA Paranormal Romance
Emma is facing a moral dilemma: to give in to her primal zombie urges, or to protect the woman that her brother loves.
Nausea rises from the pit of my stomach up through the back of my throat. Her scent assaults my airway, over-whelming me. My mouth waters from the stench. I blink the stinging from my eyes, as a primal pull courses through my veins.
The thought of eating her tender flesh takes over my head. I clench my fists, trying to re-gain control.
She must see the possessed look in my eyes because her face registers horror. Her breath shoots out in rapid bursts. Her face contorts in an attempt to control her panting.
I strain against my desires. I stand up, and pace back and forth to rid my mind of these revolting thoughts. I’m around dead flesh all the time, why is this suddenly different?
“Do what you have to do, Emma. I’d rather die at your hand then the others.” There is resignation in her voice.
I am stunned by her words, but because of my depraved state, intrigued by them as well. I consider what she is saying.
No one would know. She is dying anyway.
I contemplate what she might taste like. I imagine it being the most mouth-watering and appetizing delicacy ever. I lick my fingers in anticipation. My eyes sting more acutely. My mouth drips with saliva as I look her over, longingly.
Her eyes stare straight through me now, as if I am not even there. As if she cannot consider my existence or relationship to her any longer.
Besides, I am no longer someone she knows. Whom she knew, just minutes ago.