pure and innocent.
But the thoughts I have of her are carnal. I need to feed so I can keep my compulsion from flying back to her window and taking her in every room.
I run back to my car and head to a bar. Tonight will not be about picking the best flavor it’s about hunger and need so the quickest access is the best. I park and walk into the little pub. The air is stagnant with stale cigarette smoke and musty body sweat.
I scan the room and find a woman with a burning desire for something stronger than alcohol.
She w ill come willingly.
I order a whisky and tune out the buzzing of the ice machine that is dripping with bacteria. Slowly he pours the half glass and I settle into the chair. She raises her eyes from her glass and immediately takes me in.
Her heart skips several beats before it picks up a faster rhythm. I can sense the chemicals flowing through her system. Her body is riddled with cancer and the alcohol takes the edge off the pain.
She’s scared of dying and i s constantly sick from taking the newest and latest experimental drugs.
But her case i s hopeless I can see the masses all over her internal organs. She smiles at me and I give her a grin back. That’s enough to have her moving to the chair beside me.
“You don’t look like this is your type of place.” She says peeking over the top of her glass.
I smile wide. “You’d be surprised at my type of place.”
She smiles back but I can sense her confusion. I tap her glass. “You look a little out of place here yourself.”
Blood i s pooling around her heart from the lack of muscle function. She has two maybe three months left. I catch the sparks behind her eyes that run thoughts of sex and sedateness. She longs for someone to hold her and tell her everything will turn out ok.
Little d oes she know I am not that person, but I will take away her remaining miserable days.
I finish my drink and offer her my hand. She ta kes it and without a word we walk out the door. Moments later we are in between the building hovering in the shadows.
Her fear is growing. She kno ws my intention is wrong.
I look into her eyes. “I can sense the disease defiling your body. It’s riddled with the growing masses.” Her eyes grow wide and her pupil’s dilate.
“I think you know how this will end, am I correct?”
Tears spring to her eyes as she whispers, “Yes.”
I nod and the next moment I tear into her neck and drain her tainted blood. The cancer is bitter tasting and the various drugs muddle the sweet part of the blood. Her veins are weak and it doesn’t take but seconds for he heart to jerk to a stop and push out the remaining liquid trapped inside the muscle.
I drop her lifeless body to the ground and check my surroundings before I place my hand to her chest then watched her ashes swirl with the wind being carried toward the water.
My hunger now managed I walk back to the car. I drive back by her apartment and listen for her presence. I finally find her breathing evenly and dreaming of me.
A part of me warms at the thought and I continue driving to my house.
The next morning I dress and stand by the window listening to the lives happening around me. I feel the tiny heartbeat drumming inside the woman beneath me. She’s no more than seven weeks. I drift into her mind and see that she suspected but didn’t really know for sure. Now would not be the best time for a baby. She has a fast track planned for her career and this would blow her chances of becoming partner at her law firm.
I gro w bored of the internal dialog and move on. I sense a dark mood in the building across the way. Then I see his release. He is cupping her neck watching the last remaining spark drain from her eyes.
Intere sting. He’s a predator and this is not his first time. I look at my watch deciding if I have the time. It’s too late for her, I felt it when her heart stuttered to a halt but him; I could release some of my own rage.
I walk through the house and pass
But the thoughts I have of her are carnal. I need to feed so I can keep my compulsion from flying back to her window and taking her in every room.
I run back to my car and head to a bar. Tonight will not be about picking the best flavor it’s about hunger and need so the quickest access is the best. I park and walk into the little pub. The air is stagnant with stale cigarette smoke and musty body sweat.
I scan the room and find a woman with a burning desire for something stronger than alcohol.
She w ill come willingly.
I order a whisky and tune out the buzzing of the ice machine that is dripping with bacteria. Slowly he pours the half glass and I settle into the chair. She raises her eyes from her glass and immediately takes me in.
Her heart skips several beats before it picks up a faster rhythm. I can sense the chemicals flowing through her system. Her body is riddled with cancer and the alcohol takes the edge off the pain.
She’s scared of dying and i s constantly sick from taking the newest and latest experimental drugs.
But her case i s hopeless I can see the masses all over her internal organs. She smiles at me and I give her a grin back. That’s enough to have her moving to the chair beside me.
“You don’t look like this is your type of place.” She says peeking over the top of her glass.
I smile wide. “You’d be surprised at my type of place.”
She smiles back but I can sense her confusion. I tap her glass. “You look a little out of place here yourself.”
Blood i s pooling around her heart from the lack of muscle function. She has two maybe three months left. I catch the sparks behind her eyes that run thoughts of sex and sedateness. She longs for someone to hold her and tell her everything will turn out ok.
Little d oes she know I am not that person, but I will take away her remaining miserable days.
I finish my drink and offer her my hand. She ta kes it and without a word we walk out the door. Moments later we are in between the building hovering in the shadows.
Her fear is growing. She kno ws my intention is wrong.
I look into her eyes. “I can sense the disease defiling your body. It’s riddled with the growing masses.” Her eyes grow wide and her pupil’s dilate.
“I think you know how this will end, am I correct?”
Tears spring to her eyes as she whispers, “Yes.”
I nod and the next moment I tear into her neck and drain her tainted blood. The cancer is bitter tasting and the various drugs muddle the sweet part of the blood. Her veins are weak and it doesn’t take but seconds for he heart to jerk to a stop and push out the remaining liquid trapped inside the muscle.
I drop her lifeless body to the ground and check my surroundings before I place my hand to her chest then watched her ashes swirl with the wind being carried toward the water.
My hunger now managed I walk back to the car. I drive back by her apartment and listen for her presence. I finally find her breathing evenly and dreaming of me.
A part of me warms at the thought and I continue driving to my house.
The next morning I dress and stand by the window listening to the lives happening around me. I feel the tiny heartbeat drumming inside the woman beneath me. She’s no more than seven weeks. I drift into her mind and see that she suspected but didn’t really know for sure. Now would not be the best time for a baby. She has a fast track planned for her career and this would blow her chances of becoming partner at her law firm.
I gro w bored of the internal dialog and move on. I sense a dark mood in the building across the way. Then I see his release. He is cupping her neck watching the last remaining spark drain from her eyes.
Intere sting. He’s a predator and this is not his first time. I look at my watch deciding if I have the time. It’s too late for her, I felt it when her heart stuttered to a halt but him; I could release some of my own rage.
I walk through the house and pass
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