He languished in the cave for a time. He felt heavy from such a deep feeding, and incredibly sated physically. Cheerleaders always had such energy... he blinked his heavy lidded eyes and sighed. Settling to the ground, he leaned against the cave wall.<br/><br/>The intoxication that always hit him after a feeding this deep set his senses swimming and his head lolled onto his shoulders. He had never slept since his transformation so many decades ago, but this was was nearly the same thing. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, his senses dancing like a gurgling stream. When at last he began to recover, he was still feeling heavy, slow, and incredibly sated. After he'd begun the feeding, his memory of his time with her was fuzzy and unfocused. He'd given himself more fully to his instinct than he should have. Focusing his thoughts, he was able to dimly recall some of it, and he groaned with pain at the thought.<br/><br/>He'd done... many things to her... with her... for her. She would remember none of it, and would feel only a residual sensation of drugged euphoria for a couple days, but he... he would always remember how he'd ravaged her. He was truly a monster. He loathed himself. He knew, without a doubt, that he was evil. Only a true monster would sit here after doing such an evil, wicked thing to a beautiful and pure creature like the empty headed girl... and feel only satisfaction.<br/><br/>And he was satisfied. He hated it, but he could feel only a heavy, warm sensation of pleasure. It felt almost like the dim human memories he had retained of the feeling he'd felt after drinking alcohol profusely. The sun had begun to rise and he pushed to his feet. He had just enough time to rush home, change, and get to school.<br/><br/>He'd been living in a home for boys, as he appeared to be a youth and had no family. He made it just in time to speed into his bed before his absence was noticed, before the matron of the home came in to wake him and the other boys. He rose with them and hurried to prepare for yet another day of school.<br/><br/>Could life possibly get any worse?