The man comes inside of my den again. He eyes me cautiously, keeping the bowl of brown liquid he keeps routinely bringing me close to his chest.

I keep my back slouched against the wall, my eyes closed aside from the slight crack that allows me to watch his movements. He creeps closer to me, and instead of sliding the bowl across the floor as he normally does, he approaches and stands close enough that he can set it on the ground beside my legs.

I move, reaching out to grab his ankle and pull him to the ground. To wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze until he quiets underneath my grip.

The chains at my wrist make me slow and clumsy. He stumbles back from my reach, wincing as the hot liquid spills on chest and the floor.

A snarl rises to my lips, the need to destroy pumping so furiously through my veins that I clench my fists mindlessly at my sides. I need to beat these chains into tatters. To feel his blood coat my palms.

"Morning to you too, sunshine," he says, shaking the excess liquid from his hands and staring hard at me. "You seem less stupid today."

Stupid? I bare my teeth at him. I am an ancient force of nature. I will carve him open and watch him suffer as the red that keeps him babbling slowly seeps from his veins.

"Are you in there, Sin?" He crouches down until he can properly gaze into my eyes, still too far away from my reach. "It's me—it's Sam."

I do not know any Sam. I do not know anything. I only know fury and suffering and destruction and—

I shudder as visions of a small boy filter through my mind. A small round face with shaggy dark hair, grinning at me as he tackles me to the ground. I do not know who he is and I have no time to place the thought before it dissipates just as quickly as it came.

I throw the weight of my body against the chains, tugging uselessly at them as the noisily rattle in my ears. The noise coming from the man's mouth is useless. He needs to be silenced and I'd be more than happy to do him the honor.

He sighs, gazing at me for another long moment before rising back to his feet. The empty bowl swings defeatedly at his side as he makes his way back to the steel exit.

...

"Jesus." A voice cuts through the darkness in my mind. "What's wrong with him?"

I frown, not understanding why there is such a thick shroud of it clouding my thoughts. I am standing in front of two men that study me with cautious eyes. I do not know where they came from, nor do I remember standing. My hands are wrapped around the steel that keep my body tethered to the wall, pulling at them until a dull throb forms around my wrist.

"I'm not entirely sure," the other man says. I think I remember this one: he brings me the salty brown liquid. I also remember how I want to snap his neck. "I've heard of other incubi going a little crazy once they wake up, but never to this degree or for this long. I think it has something to do with the fact that he was dead for such a long time."

"It's like he's a wild animal," the other one murmurs. "Is he always like this?"

My arms throb with the strain of trying to snap the metal. I grunt, sagging against the wall. My head aches at the sound of their voices. I need to silence them. I need to rip the tongues from their mouths.

"Sometimes he's almost lucid," the one with the short dark hair says. "But I don't know. Other times I think I'm just imagining things."

My head aches. My body feels weighted and useless and the fact sets loose a fresh wave of fury in my mind. I need to destroy—to kill.

There's something even deeper than that. Something that makes me heavy with exhaustion despite the shroud of darkness biting at the back of my head. A ravenous part of me left unsatiated.

I hunger.

I touch my stomach. No, that's not quite right. Images of the dark haired one bringing me bowls of brown liquid with little chunks of meat rise to the forefront of my mind. I starve for something deeper.

"How is she?" the dark haired one asks.

Destroy, my mind whispers, pushing out the thought of how I need to feed. The darkness threatens to blanket my mind again. I fight it back. Somehow I know it will push my thoughts away. I want my mind to be awake, don't I?

Destroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroy.

"Not good," the other one says. His voice is familiar but I cannot place why. "We need to tell her."

The dark haired one sighs. "That's dangerous. She's going to want to see him and I don't even want to imagine what he could do to her in this state."

"We can't keep him locked away forever," he says, eying me with a strange frown downturning his lips. "It's not fair to keep this a secret from her anymore."

"What if he kills her?"

The brown haired one eyes me for a second longer. My mouth pulls into a wide grin at the word, savage glee blossoming in my chest at the thought of slaughter.

"He won't," he says, hazel eyes unmoved even as the smile drops from my lips and I stare back into his gaze and imagine ripping him limb from limb. "He needs to feed first though. Make sure he's not so ravenous once we send her in."

The dark haired one sighs. "Where are we going to find a woman to willingly fuck him?"

He snorts. "Are you kidding? That's the easy part."

...

"What the fuck?" The female in front of me stumbles backward a few steps, her small back hitting the wall furthest from me. "What's wrong with him?"

The darkness resides enough for me to take note of her slim frame, of the roundness of her breasts and the curve of her hips. That starving part inside of me flares to life again.

"You said you wanted to fuck Sinclair Black," the dark haired one says, gesturing to where I slump against the wall. "Well, here he is."

"Why does he look like that?" she asks, tugging up her red top so less of her chest peeks out the top. "Is he sick?"

"He needs to feed," the dark haired one says.

I rub at the emptiness in my chest as if the touch will help soothe its hollowness. Yes. I do need to feed.

"I thought..," she pauses, licking her plump lips and running a twitchy hand through her golden hair. "There's been rumors that he's dead."

The male snorts. "Does he look dead to you?"

She hesitates, eying me like a little mouse that's been trapped by the cat. "How much?"

"Twenty-thousand."

She takes another long look at me and the wary look on her face sends a trill through my chest. I smile, hoping she comes closer. She should be frightened of me.

"Thirty-thousand," she says. "Take it or leave it."

"Done."

She sighs and then pushes off the wall, murmuring displeased-sounding words under her breath, then crouches in front of me and pushes her face into mine.

At first I snarl, the metal binding my wrists snapping loudly as I prepare to wrap my hands around her throat. But then her mouth touches mine and her hands twine in my hair and the darkness seems to pause.

The weight that has settled into my bones eases with every second her lips are moving against mine, but something tells me that it is still not enough. I need more.

She pushes me back until I slump against the wall, climbing atop of me and grinding down on my cock. Her energy slowly trickles inside of me, warming me from the inside out.

Something in the back of my head throbs. There's something that I had once—something that felt even better than this.

Something tightens in my chest at the memory of hot, bright energy as I claimed the inside of...someone. Only little flickers of her trickle through: a wave of dark hair, plush lips tugged into a determined line. Sunshine for eyes.

My female. I need my female.

I hunger, but not for this. I roughly shove the one on top of me to the ground, wrapping the long metal that keeps me stationed in one place around her neck. She chokes, scratching at my arms as her face turns a deep purple.

I snarl, wicked delight blossoming in my chest at the sight.

"Sinclair." The dark haired one launches himself on top of me, forcing my arms to untangle from where they keep the female pinned to the ground.

The darkness creeps into the corner of my mind.

Destroy, it whispers. Destroy him. Destroy her. Destroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroy.

But those sunshine eyes beckon me. Where are they? Where is my female?

I can vaguely remember...someone took her from me. Someone stole her. My throat tightens, something unpleasant rising from my stomach and making it hard to breathe.

I will destroy them.

Destroydestroydestroydestroydestorydestroyrestroy.

The dark haired one flips me over and holds my metal cuffs to the ground. "Listen to me. You need to feed or you're going to die. Again."

I struggle against his grip. It should be easy to push him off. Where did all of my strength go?

"Where is she?" I whisper. The words scratch my throat.

He stares at me, eyes widening. "Sin?"

Did he take her from me? He must have. Where is my female? I will kill him. I will.

Destroydestroydestorydestroydestroydestroydestroy.

"Is that you?" He seems alarmed as he stares down at me. "Do you...remember?"

My brow furrows as I struggle against him. My focus slips through my fingers, thoughts trickling through the cracks of my mind even though I desperately try to grasp for them.

I was thinking of someone. Someone I'm looking for. The urgency to find them paces inside of me even though I can't recall a single thing aside from the knowledge of their existence.

Destroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroy.

The darkness bites at the back of my head again. I push it back, trying to desperately search for a hint of the person. My person. I need them.

Destroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestrpydestroy.

I shudder. I am nothing but rage in a hollow shell. This is agony.

Destroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroy.

When the darkness takes over, I don't resist.

...

a/n

Hi. I know this part might be a little confusing, so here's a run-down:

Incubi wake up a little crazed when they die. Usually due to weakness/blood-loss/hunger. Typically this can be solved once they feed (AKA fucking something lol) but Sin is far too gone in his madness and is loyal to Calli even in his frenzied state. The team is unsure what to do because he's so far gone that it might be dangerous to present Calli to him, but they also don't want him to become so lost in his craze/hunger that he can never come back from it.

Also, we're in the last five-ish chapters of Angel Blood ): sad but also excited we're finally nearing an end after a year of updates (can you guys believe it's been so long already?? Crazy).