My teeth were coming out to play like kids smelling what mummy is cooking in the kitchen. Running my tongue along their smooth surface, feeling their sharp-eagerness, I allowed him to lead me away into the night.
“Don’t worry, I know a short cut,” he said as if I had asked.
A light rain had begun to fall, the ground became slick and shimmering.
The noise our feet made on the wet pavement as we walked down behind the club and into the bowels and backstreets of the city.
His grip tightened on my wrist.
He seemed to grow, his hair was not as “in place” as it once was. His facade was slipping.
I no longer stumbled. But he didn’t seem to care.
I slowed down and he gave me a forceful tug. “Come on, you fucking slut,” he said.
But … no one makes me do anything.
The photograph in my pocket of the dead girl, burned.
I was sorry I could only kill him once. But it was okay. Once… would be enough.
Glancing back, baby face gone, he gave me a harsher tug.
I stopped completely.
It always seemed to take them a few moments to realise that this wasn’t going their way. As if they had whole-heartedly expected to continue their ways. As if they would not pay for their sins. As if the bogeyman wouldn’t catch up with them eventually.
My sisters had found me. They lurked in the shadows around us.
Some freshly made. Dolls unable to use their new bodies yet.
Others as old as I. As nimble as cats, silent as spiders.
I watched the predators face change as it dawned on him that I was not moving anywhere.
His eyes slid up my arm,
Skin pale as cream.
Up to my body,
No longer glamoured to appear as his drunk girl.
And then… my face.
Fear is not the first thing to cross his face. Anger makes a show of itself.
“What the fuck is this?” he says, puffing himself up like a cornered alley cat.
A bin lid fell to the ground, the clamour echoing in the alley and I imagine how scared his prey must’ve been.
Sickness in bellies.
Realisation hitting them in the guts.
The terror of knowing you probably won’t see another sunrise.
And they would be right.
My sisters snarl in the darkness. His fear is growing although he still grips my wrist.
I wrench him in close to me and let him stare into my eyes. Fear drenches him like sweat and I smile, showing him my rows of teeth.
He pisses himself like a puppy.
I used to make big speeches. Telling them about how they have done wrong and I am here to make it right. I haven’t done that in decades.
“V… vamp…” he stammers,
adrenaline thinning his blood
making it all the more sweeter.
“No, sweetie, we are not vampires.”
He looks around at the moving shadows.
“We are the Filia Sanguine,
and we have come for your heart.”
He doesn’t have time to scream as I reach my had down his throat to pull out his vocal cords and sink my teeth into his jugular.
My midnight hair cascaded down his back as I held him close, pulling his shivering body into mine. The warm sweetness filled my mouth and I drank.
Again and again
I gulped down his nectar.
My sisters joined me.
Tearing away his clothes.
Biting him all over.
Detoxing him of his evil
And filling our bellies with his life.
I pulled away and allowed my sister to have their fill. I watched him, staring at me as if he didn’t know what he had done to deserve this.
The light slowly fading from his eyes.
This is when I used both hands to peel away the flesh on his chest like a mandarin.
I tore open his ribcage
And removed his heart.
The final part of this story will be posted tomorrow…
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