Travis looked at me with open desire as visions of what he would like to do to me took hold of his mind. Blake was watching him carefully. Blake's jealousy and rage swept over me in a solid wave. He feared the man. I could feel his memories of that night with Jeff threatening to overwhelm him. His hatred was building and this was about to get out of hand.

I knew better than to try to twist Blake's thoughts. He would know what I was trying to do and would block me. He didn't trust me like he used to. I didn't want to upset him more.  I could however work on Travis.

I was hungry and depleted. I was starving out. If only I could find the energy. I planted the thought in Travis's head that he should check our packs. Keeping the loaded shotgun handy, where he could use it if needed he did just that. Next I made sure he realized that there was no food.

"No chow in here?" Travis asked, looking at us both, "How long ya' all been out here?" He looked confused and curious. I maintained the glamor. Travis was still seeing me as I wanted him to. I released to the rest of his mind and relied on the common sense and the skills that everyone develops. I started to read his facial expressions and body language instead of reading his mind. I needed to save what little energy I had left for later when it was time. "Now" my hunger was screaming, "Take him now!" I ignored the voice in my head and smiled.

"Uh, yeah." he responded finally as if waking from a dream. He was in fact waking from a dream state of sorts. I pretended not to notice.

"I have some rabbits here" he grinned, "Shot them this morning."

"Hey, you boy," he was looking at Blake, "Build the fire back, I'll skin these critters and then we can eat."

Shaking a little from either anger or fear, I wasn't  sure which, Blake  grudgingly went to work nursing the campfire back into flame then left to pick up more wood. He stuck close to camp to keep a wary eye on Travis as he gathered broken limbs and sticks to feed to the fire.

Travis worked quickly, skinned and cleaned two of the rabbits he was carrying in his game bag. In no time he had them on spits and roasting over the fire. Blake stayed close by my side. I could tell he was tense and unsure. He didn't trust this guy. In his place I wouldn't of either.

The rabbits were soon browned, cooked through very nicely and smelled delicious. I felt my stomach rumble in response to the scent of roasted meat. Blake was licking his lips almost constantly. He had given me the last of the food this morning and I could tell that hunger was overcoming his distrust of Travis.

We ate in silence and washed it down with water from the spring. Except for Travis. Travis didn't eat much and he preferred to help his meal down with liberal swallows from a bottle of Jim Beam he carried in his game bag. By the end of he meal Blake and I were full and Travis was loaded.

We hadn't been finished eating long enough for an awkward silence to set in yet when the sound of Travis's dog braying somewhere nearby got our attention.

"Finally." Travis spoke up, "It took that mutt long enough. I have to go take care of this, I will be back in a minute or two." He said grabbing his shotgun and leaving at a run.

I looked at Blake. He was staring into the fire with a morose expression.

"Blake," I tried explaining, "I''m starving out, I have to feed."

"I know Chan." He poked the fire with a stick, "But why him? He is repulsive."

"He is all we have" I answered.

"Why not me Chan?" Blake up from the fire, staring into me earnestly with those deep blue eyes of his.

"I don't think I can feed from you." I told him, "We have been sleeping together for a month now and you are still alive."

"That's different and you know it." He threw the stick into the fire angrily, "You know its not the same. You keep control when it's you and me."

I sighed, chewing on my bottom lip out of hunger. "Not anymore" I confessed, "I haven't had to control that with you for a while now."

"Send him away Chan." Blake pleaded with me, "We can try can't we?"
"I can't stand the thought of you and him together that way!" He said honestly.

" I can't do that, don't you understand? I can't take your life to save mine. I love you, you idiot!" I wanted to shout at him, shake him and make him see that it was for him to decide and that giving his life for mine was not an option. It never will be, I won't allow it.

Blake threw his hands in the air. "Okay, Okay, Okay" He growled, black anger dripping from his words, "Do it. I won't get in your way. Just be quick about it before I change my mind." He sat down and held his head in his hands, pissed.

Travis was just returning with his dog in tow as Blake stumbled off into the woods. Blake saw him coming, gave him a wave and kept going. Soon he had disappeared into the dense foliage and it was just Travis and me. I checked that the glamor was still in place and relaxed as much as I could. It wasn't easy. I was so hungry I was on the verge of losing control.

Travis had followed Blake with his eyes and when he was certain that Blake was out of sight he tied his dog to a nearby tree and sat down near me.

"Where did Blake go?" he asked me.

"He went to find some limbs to use for us to set the tent up tonight." I lied.

"If you don't mind me asking you Chan," Travis was staring at me hard, "What is a girl like you doing hanging around with a pretty boy like that?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well" Travis looked thoughtful, "He doesn't look like the type of guy that can take care of you. To be honest, he looks kind of gay to me, kind of sissy like."

"Trust me Travis" I smiled, "Blake isn't gay and he sure isn't a sissy."

"Huh, I was just saying" he answered, "no offense I hope."

"None taken" I answered.

I placed the thought and desire in his head and Travis responded by leaning over and kissing me. My hunger exploded and I folded into him like sheet of wrapping paper. I didn't just return his kiss I doubled it. Tripled it. I let it loose and allowed all of my hunger and naked craving  hit him at once.  I let it fly into him and he responded.

In no time Travis was on top of me is passion building quickly. I was inside his head urging him on. I wanted this to happen as quickly as possible. Travis picked up on my sense of urgency and responded with an urgency of his own. He reached the peak of climax quickly and as he released inside me my hunger roared in satisfaction and I fed, draining him dry of life and virility.

Suddenly as if appearing out of no where Blake was there. He he tore the now dead Travis off of me. Kicking him, punching him. He beat at his chest and tore at his face with his nails. Then, horrified by what he had just done ran off and back into the forest.

"Blake!" I called after him, "Blake! Come back! Its all right!"

I don't know if he couldn't hear me or if he didn't believe me. The euphoria of feeding was flooding my system and I felt high. It was good to feel alive again. Satiated, I rolled into a little ball on my side and went to sleep.

When I woke up it was dark. The fire was going and Blake was wiping  my face. He was crying. I had never seen him cry except once before, and that was the night with Jeff.

"What's wrong Blake?" I asked him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry Chan" he cried, "I couldn't stand seeing you like. I had to do something. It was terrible."

"Blake" I told him, "Its okay."

"I don't believe you" was his response.

I looked around our camp and something was missing. Travis's body was gone. "Blake, what happened to Travis?"

"I drug him off into the woods" he muttered, "Ive never done anything like this before. I didn't know what to do. It was all I could think of."

"Where's the dog Blake?" I queried, "What did you do with the dog?" I know that a time like this it might seem a little off to worry about an animal, but I had had many pets as a child and the dog being gone and Blake's present state of mind, I was concerned. I was worried that Blake might have done something to it.

"I tied the dog near Travis." He told me, "I made sure it had water and that it could reach Travis's game bag if it needed to eat. I thought it would keep the animals away from the body."

I felt a flood of relief. Blake might be scared and panicked but he was still thinking clearly and that was a good sign. I hope he is recovering from the night with Jeff. I hope he is learning to cope with it.

We spent that night in camp huddled in our blankets around the fire, Blake on one side and me on the other. This was the first night since we had been together that we had slept apart.

In the morning Blake went off to release the dog so it could go home while I packed up our belongings and cleaned up any traces I could of the camp. There wasn't much I could do. With Travis in state he was in no one was going to believe that this was anything other than a murder scene.

When Blake came back we set off together to search for civilization and put as much distance as possible between us and the scene of our crime.