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Ethan Lane was dying.
And this wasn't some metaphor for being in a really shitty situation. No, Ethan was truly dying. As in, blood everywhere, in a lot of pain, dying. His hand was pressed against the bite wound, trying to stem the flow of blood to no avail. His vision was blurry, his hazel eyes darting around for signs of the dog that bit him, but he could see nothing. Whether that was due to his failing eyesight or the fact the dog wasn't there, he didn't know. The male glanced around, trying to see any shapes, but there were none except for the trees and buildings around him.
The twenty-three year old man was far too young to die, he thought, but he couldn't exactly see any other outcome. He had been just walking down the street, heading home from his late-night class to his off-campus apartment, when a dog had come out of nowhere and positively ripped his side open. Now it was all that Ethan could do to stay conscious. As such, he missed the fact it was the full moon. And the fact the dog in question was watching him quietly from across the street.
As he lay there dying, Ethan began to reconsider his life. His ex, Kaity, sprang to mind, and he remembered how happy he had been with her. He had found out quite harshly, though, that he hadn't been man enough for her. He was too meek, too quiet, and she wanted someone who was aggressive, a go-getter; she wanted a man, she had told him, not a boy. It had stung quite a lot, and Ethan had even resented her for it, but he had done his best at maintaining a zero contact relationship with her since the break up.
He wasn't sure if it was because he had started thinking about her, or the fact he was about to die, but suddenly he thought he could smell her perfume. It was obviously her's, he remembered smelling it before. The scent was strong, as if she was leaning right against him...but Ethan knew she was no where around. That was when he realized she had to be near. He could smell it. With a strength he had not expected he had just a moment ago, Ethan stood, and walked briskly towards the source of the smell. Each step pained him, and he grunted each time his foot hit the ground. His mind no longer registered the pain, enraptured as it was by the smell of Kaity.
He passed over a small courtyard and out back onto the sidewalk from behind a tree. As he did so, he turned his head and sure enough, there she was. Kaity, with all her glory. Ethan stood there for a second, wondering what he was to do now. He wasn't even sure how he had known to come here, how he could still smell her perfume so strongly from this far enough. When a spasm of pain overtook him and he cried out, however, he knew what he had to do. "Kaity!" he called. "Help!"
And with that, he fell to the ground, covered in blood. Pain shot through his body and he twisted, crying out as he did so. Though there was blood all over his side, the tear in his shirt revealed where the bite had happened; yet for all the blood, there was no longer a bite wound. Ethan's body twisted in pain once again and he cried out again. "Kaity! Please!"
And this wasn't some metaphor for being in a really shitty situation. No, Ethan was truly dying. As in, blood everywhere, in a lot of pain, dying. His hand was pressed against the bite wound, trying to stem the flow of blood to no avail. His vision was blurry, his hazel eyes darting around for signs of the dog that bit him, but he could see nothing. Whether that was due to his failing eyesight or the fact the dog wasn't there, he didn't know. The male glanced around, trying to see any shapes, but there were none except for the trees and buildings around him.
The twenty-three year old man was far too young to die, he thought, but he couldn't exactly see any other outcome. He had been just walking down the street, heading home from his late-night class to his off-campus apartment, when a dog had come out of nowhere and positively ripped his side open. Now it was all that Ethan could do to stay conscious. As such, he missed the fact it was the full moon. And the fact the dog in question was watching him quietly from across the street.
As he lay there dying, Ethan began to reconsider his life. His ex, Kaity, sprang to mind, and he remembered how happy he had been with her. He had found out quite harshly, though, that he hadn't been man enough for her. He was too meek, too quiet, and she wanted someone who was aggressive, a go-getter; she wanted a man, she had told him, not a boy. It had stung quite a lot, and Ethan had even resented her for it, but he had done his best at maintaining a zero contact relationship with her since the break up.
He wasn't sure if it was because he had started thinking about her, or the fact he was about to die, but suddenly he thought he could smell her perfume. It was obviously her's, he remembered smelling it before. The scent was strong, as if she was leaning right against him...but Ethan knew she was no where around. That was when he realized she had to be near. He could smell it. With a strength he had not expected he had just a moment ago, Ethan stood, and walked briskly towards the source of the smell. Each step pained him, and he grunted each time his foot hit the ground. His mind no longer registered the pain, enraptured as it was by the smell of Kaity.
He passed over a small courtyard and out back onto the sidewalk from behind a tree. As he did so, he turned his head and sure enough, there she was. Kaity, with all her glory. Ethan stood there for a second, wondering what he was to do now. He wasn't even sure how he had known to come here, how he could still smell her perfume so strongly from this far enough. When a spasm of pain overtook him and he cried out, however, he knew what he had to do. "Kaity!" he called. "Help!"
And with that, he fell to the ground, covered in blood. Pain shot through his body and he twisted, crying out as he did so. Though there was blood all over his side, the tear in his shirt revealed where the bite had happened; yet for all the blood, there was no longer a bite wound. Ethan's body twisted in pain once again and he cried out again. "Kaity! Please!"
