Ana POV

I woke up the next day. Instantly I felt gross and uncomfortable. Hard lumps of dirt were crusted on my nightie and the sheets. What the fuck was going on? I got out of bed with a shot. Where did all this dirt come from. Slowly, I remembered the events from late last night. What was wrong with me? Was all this just a dream?I ran down the hall to the living room where Christian lay on the couch curled up with a fleece blanket. Was he out here because of me? I looked across the living room to our open concept kitchen. I raised my gaze to the top of the far cupboard where I had put the old text I had dug up the night before. If what happened last night was true that book would still be there. I caught a glimpse of the old dirty text. I quickly looked away. Clearly, I hadn't imagined anything.

"Good morning Ana!" Christian yawned walking into the kitchen

"Good morning!" I answered still slightly shaken.

"Did you sleep well my love?" He asked walking over to start the coffeemaker.

"Uh Kind of" I answered

"I woke up in the middle of the night and I couldn't get back to sleep so I came out here to watch TV" He explained.

"You usually sleep quite well. What got you up?" I asked.

"Not sure really" He said

"Ok! I need to get ready for work. Starting with a shower" I answered looking down at my nightie.

"I can see that" He replied staring at my dirty lingerie.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water of the shower. Stripping the dirty nightie from my body I let it drop to the floor in a crumpled heap of pink and brown. The room quickly filled with steam. I walked in gentle testing the waters with my hand. Hot water shot down on top of my head. I rubbed shampoo into my dirty hair. It felt so good to wash the dirty from my body. I remembered the events from the night before but I could not understand why. The whole situation seemed so weird. I just happened to see this mysterious man as he buried a book across the street. What are the chances? I gave my head a shake hoping to erase the events from the night before Then walked into the bedroom to get dressed for work. I was surprisingly quick for someone that had had such a disturbed sleep the night before. I walked into the kitchen feeling fresh after a change in clothes and a shower. I filled my cup with coffee, giving Christian a kiss as I headed for the door.

Work went by quickly. I found the mundane tasks at the office a refreshing distraction from the events from the night before. I bounced around the office with my funny, quirky hard working personality that everyone seemed to enjoy. The end of the day came quickly. I picked up my purse walking briskly out the door. Today, I will cook Christian dinner I decided. Our last date left left a bad taste in my mouth. I was not in the mood for another restaurant date. I stopped off at the grocery store , thinking intently about what to cook for dinner as I paced up and down the aisles. I settled on some steaks, lobster and fresh vegetables for a side. I loved to cook for Christian, it was one of those rare things that I could do for him that I knew he appreciated. Not to mention I was a much better cook than he was. My eyes gravitated to the liver and kidneys that were a few shelves down the aisle. I stopped for a moment, but for some reason I wanted it badly. I walked over to the shelf, picking up the organs meets. I wasn't big on organs but I didn't think many people were, I wasn't even sure how to cook it well. I picked it up anyways and dropped the kidney and liver into my shopping basket. Maybe I was having a weird pregnancy craving? I wasn't one to cook or eat liver normally, but as far as I was concerned the baby was in charge. I paid for the items and headed home to Christian. I never knew if Christian would beat me home or not because sometimes he worked late. I took the groceries up to our apartment. No sign of Christian just yet. I shot him a text before starting dinner. I wanted it to be fresh when he arrived.

When are you coming home?

Ana

I'm be home in 15 minutes.

Christian.

I took out the food and started to prepare the special dinner that I had planned. My eyes kept sneaking glances at the kidney and liver that were sitting on the counter. Maybe I was just hungry, it had been several hours since the last time I ate something. I continued to chop the vegetables over the cutting board. Slowly my craving started to bother me. Really bother me! The craving increased with every breath I took. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin, the only relief was to give in. I wanted to eat healthy for the baby's sake but I could not deny my body's physical need any longer. I felt as though I was in constant pain and struggling to avoid the medications.

I placed the green pepper back on the cutting board along with the knife. I could hear the the frying pan hissing in the background. Everything else can wait. My brain seemed to shut off and for a short moment I felt as though I was no longer in control. I walked over to the grocery bag on the counter, pulling out the liver. I opened the package picking up the slimy wet organ and jamming it into my mouth. I bit down on it squishing the juices into my mouth. I swallowed the first bite easily. My body loosened as a sense of relief and satisfaction filled me. The world seemed to stop in that moment. An almost hypnotic trance encompassed me as I devoured the raw flesh. I was so dazed that I did not hear the key turn in the lock as Christian walked into the apartment.

Christian POV

I woke up to Ana walking into the kitchen. The look on her face was that of confusion and disgust. She went into the kitchen as though she was searching for something important. Her head slowly looked up at the top of the cupboard where she had put the old book during the night. Did she realize what she had done last night? She seemed to know where the book was but she seemed so out of it. I threw the fleece blanket to the floor walking into the kitchen to greet her. I looked at the clock 7 AM. I still had some time before my first meeting. I greeted Ana as though trying to assess her mental state. She seemed to go back to her usual self relatively quickly. She showered and dressed for work. She gave me a light kiss as she grabbed some coffee from the coffeemaker. She walked briskly out the door. I felt a long sigh of relief after hearing the click from the door lock. I waited 5 minutes to make sure that she would not return quickly because she forgot something.

I grabbed a chair and placed it under the cabinet that Ana had hidden the large text from last night. I pulled the book down from top cupboard placing it on the counter so that I could inspect it. The book had a thick spine to keep it's heavy brown cover intact. The book had to name on the front cover. I pulled the book open to see what words laid beneath. The text was in an ancient language that I hadn't seen before. I had watched too many movies were the character read the text and unleashed an evil upon the world unknowingly. I put the book back where Ana had it. I didn't want her knowing I had seen it.

I showered and put on a grey suit. I filled my coffee cup and walked briskly out the door. I wanted to get a The ancient book would be on my mind all day. The psychic's words trailed in my mind throughout the day. I love my wife. I was a mixture of scared and excited for this new baby but I wanted her to be healthy. That baby needed her to be healthy. I wanted to love and support her any way that I could. I felt at points that I was less mentally available at work. My mind was preoccupied with the strangeness that I was feeling at home. I didn't feel bad. Normally, I was an above and beyond kind of person and lately I haven't been giving things my all.

I was grateful for the day to end. I wanted to put all my fears and reservations aside and spending some intimate time with my lovely wife. I was on my way home when I received her text that she was cooking supper. She was so thoughtful. I couldn't wait to get home, Ana had a talent for the kitchen.

As soon as I walked into the apartment my excitement turned to horror. Ana was standing bent over the counter eating raw liver with her hands. She seemed completely taken over. Her body less than human. I swallowed my fear and called her name.

"Ana! What are you doing?" I yelled.

She looked up at me dropping the half mangled liver on the counter. Hr eyes seemed to move right through me. She seethed with anger, like a doctor being interrupted during an operation.

"What!" She screamed.

"Your eating raw meat" I cried. The trance she was under seemed to break at the sound of my loud voice.

"Oh!" She said looking down at the liver on the counter "Sorry"

"You could get food poisoning" I replied disgusted.

"Sorry Christian. I didn't realize I was doing it. I won't do it again" She said smiling.

She took the liver and dropped it into the garbage, then washed her hands with soap. She continued cooking dinner, placing the steaks into the crackling frying pan. When she served the dinner I made sure that I cut it down the center to make sure it was cooked properly. I waited till Ana took the first bite before starting into my vegetables. What kind of husband am I. I feel so suspicious of my wife. In under a week she has gone from a gentle lamb to someone I fear.