Title: The Beast Within
Author: Rosekk2000	
Rated: PG
Authors Note:  This was just a little something that wouldn't stop 
floating around in my head..... Withdrawal is an awful thing...
Even is it is from Magic...... Hope you like it folks.......


I burn within the hunger threatening to consume me completely.  The 
need for that which has been denied me all but devouring anything that 
resembled humanity.  I lay curled in a tight ball of pain, despair, 
and anger.  Sweat beading heavy on my brow as I smell the sweet scent 
of that which I desire hanging heavy in the cool evening air.

For one brief moment as sanity reclaimed me for a small time I thanked 
the powers that be for the nearly complete darkness of the cell in 
which I now reside.  Little more than an animal, the truth of what I 
have become hidden from the watching eyes of those I love and love me 
in return.

She entered the cell her being radiating still with the remnants of 
that sweet treat being denied me and rage fills me.  Oh how I want to 
strike,  reach out with a hand of darkness and quench the near 
unbearable ache deep within the pit of my stomach. 

I find myself crouched low like the beast within ready to leap upon my 
prey.  Her eyes caught mine in the pale light and I can still see it 
there shining bright in her eyes.  PAIN, SADDNESS, COMPASSION, and yes 
even LOVE.  Love for me, the one that had hurt her so.  Me the one that 
had brought her true suffering,  taking from her the sweet treasure of 
peace.

My rage is drown out by self loathing and I crumbled to the floor, 
tears streaming down my pale, drawn cheeks.  My voice trembling in 
shame now,  rather than hate.
"GET OUT!!!" I scream at her and she does nodding as if she were 
sharing my pain.

Finally at last in the wee hours of the morning sleep, No more like 
death claims me and I fall into a deep pit of the darkest kind.  The 
hunger still gnawing at me from within.  The Beast struggling still to 
escape the prison of my body and then there is nothing......

Nearly ten hours later I stir, my head heavily laden with a thick fog 
of exhaustion.  A new kind of pain has claimed my body, a good kind.  
I stand slowly on wobbly legs, nearly loosing my balance as the 
throbbing in my head becomes more obvious.  I turn looking at the 
locked and bolted door of the room, my eyes fighting to see in the 
shadowy darkness.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips (No More) I think through the cobwebs in 
my brain.  Today is a new day and a new beginning.  The Beast within 
was gone perhaps not completely vanquished but buried deep beneath my 
need to make amends for myself.  With a trembling hand I reach for the 
tightly drawn curtain, grasping it tightly with my hand I force a smile 
and pull open the drapes allowing the sunlight to flood in washing over 
my fragile form.  Gone now is the witch, wicca, the purveyor of the 
mystic arts.

I am WILLOW ROSENBURG a fragile woman in need of the forgiveness of her 
friends!!!!!!


THE END