Chapter 18 Complicated

With a tremor, I pulled my hand away from the glass, leaving deep marks where my fingers had been. I reached into my pocket, the device feeling strangely small and fragile in my hand. My aunt's name glowed on the screen, the incoming call breaking the silence of the night.

I pressed the answer button, bringing the phone to my ear. My aunt's worried voice erupted from the other side.

"Eugênio?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry. I swallowed, feeling a thirst that seemed to come from within me. "I'm fine, aunt," I managed to say finally, my voice sounding strange and rough to my own ears. "I'm on my way home."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could hear my aunt's heavy breathing. "Please, Eugênio," she whispered. "Take care of yourself."

I promised her that I would, and I ended the call. I put the phone back in my pocket and turned to look at the building one more time. The hunger was still there, but now it seemed more manageable.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. My body was different. I had strength, speed, and agility beyond the ordinary. And this hunger... it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

I slid my fingers over the glass again, feeling the coldness of the material and the firmness of my own strength. I could feel the life inside the building, the warmth of bodies, and the scent of blood. It was almost unbearable.

But I needed to control myself. I needed to understand what was happening to me. I was no longer just Eugênio, an ordinary college student. I was something more now, something I didn't even fully understand.

I opened my eyes, looking down at the city below. The city lights were shining like stars, reflecting on the glass and creating a shimmering light show. I took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs.

I was a Ghoul now. I had to accept that. But I was still human too. I had to remember that.

I took a step back, preparing to leave the building. I needed to get back home. I needed to see my aunt. She was worried about me, and I didn't want her to worry even more.

I jumped from the building, launching myself into the night. I could feel the wind against my skin, the cutting cold of the night. But I didn't feel fear. I felt... freedom.

Crossing the city like a shadow, every jump, every movement, was a dance of agility and grace that amazed me. I barely recognized my own body, but somehow, I knew exactly what to do.

I arrived at the apartment building, a concrete and glass monster rising against the night sky. I passed through the glass doors and entered the lobby. The receptionist was there, his face illuminated by the glow of a small television. He looked up when I entered, his eyes passing over me without really seeing me. I was just another shadow in the night to him.

I climbed the stairs, my feet making hardly any noise on the cold concrete. I could smell the fresh paint and the old mustiness, a strange combination that somehow felt comforting. I climbed four flights, counting each step as I went. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if I were carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.

Finally, I reached my aunt's apartment. The worn wooden door looked exactly the same as always, but somehow, it seemed different now. As if my new condition had changed the way I saw the world.

I put my hand on the doorknob, feeling the cold metal under my fingers.

I swallowed hard, my throat constricting at the thought of going in. I don't want my aunt to see my eyes, the eyes of a monster. I don't want her to see what I've become.

I breathed softly, and her scent flooded my senses. It was a familiar, comforting scent - a smell that always reminded me of home. But now, it was different. More intense. More appetizing. It was a smell so delicious, so good, that it made me salivate.

I could hear her soft heartbeat, the constant flow of blood through her veins. It was a sound I would have never noticed before, but now it seemed as loud as thunder. I could feel the hunger starting to stir inside me, but I fought against it. I couldn't, wouldn't, hurt my aunt.

She must be in the living room waiting for me, probably looking at the wall clock and wondering where I was. She was worried about me, I knew. And that only made things more difficult.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the hunger that roared inside me. I had to control myself. I had to be strong. For her.

With a final breath, I twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

I turned to the side, avoiding my aunt's gaze. She was seated on the couch, the soft light from the table lamp illuminating her worried face. Seeing me enter, she immediately stood up, a look of relief crossing her face.

I quickly closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them again, they would have returned to normal. I didn't want to scare her. Not with the new monstrous reality that I was now facing.

"Are you alright, Eugênio?" my aunt asked, her voice full of concern. She approached me, placing her hand on my arm. "Did something happen at work? You took so long to come home."

I opened my eyes, praying that they were normal. My aunt's worried gaze was still fixed on me, but there was no fear in her eyes, just concern. A sudden relief swept over me. It seemed that, at least for now, I had managed to hide my new condition from her.

"Everything's fine, aunt." I replied, forcing a smile. "Just a long and tiring day at work."

She nodded, but I could see that she was not entirely convinced. However, she did not press, just gave me a gentle smile and moved away to prepare dinner.

I took a deep breath, feeling the hunger return with full force. But I knew that I had to control myself. For her. I wasn't a monster. I was Eugênio. And I had to remember that.

I closed my eyes again, focusing on controlling the hunger and thirst that tormented me. I had to be strong. I had to maintain my humanity. Because, despite everything, I was still human. And I had to remember that.

"What do you want to eat?" My aunt's voice echoed through the kitchen, laden with a simple curiosity. I replied, trying to appear nonchalant: "Nothing, I ate at the restaurant."

Despite my words, it was impossible for me to ignore the way she was dressed. My aunt was only in her panties and a short t-shirt. The black panties, seductively tight, outlined the curves of her buttocks with an audacity that left me disconcerted. I could feel my mouth salivating, an involuntary symptom of a hunger that was not exactly for food. My aunt seemed so... appetizing. Her scent filled the air, an intoxicating blend of her perfume and something more personal, something that made the Ghoul part inside me boil with desire.

I closed my eyes, trying to push away these thoughts. She was my aunt! Even though I knew she had feelings for me, I could only see her as my relative, nothing more.

"Are you okay? You don't look it," she said, interrupting the war that was going on inside me. I could feel her delicate hand, smooth and maternal, resting gently on my forehead. This was definitely not helping!

"Is it because you are shirtless? What happened?" She asked, a mixture of curiosity and concern tinging her voice. She felt that something had occurred, but didn't know what. Her intuition never failed and that only made things harder for me.

"My shirt ripped while I was working," I said, avoiding her gaze. Her hand was still on my forehead, offering a comfort that I didn't deserve.

"Eugênio, you need to be more careful", she said, pulling her hand back and looking at me worriedly. "You could end up hurting yourself."

I didn't know if she believed me. She nodded, but there was something in her eyes, a suspicion or doubt, that made me think she knew I was hiding something.

Without saying a word, she walked away and went to her desk to turn off the lamp. When she leaned over, the soft light from the lamp revealed the edges of her pussy. She was only in her panties and I could see that she was completely shaved. My throat closed. The sight was intimate, provocative and completely unexpected.