Veins

You take another bite of your garnished meats and swallow the dregs of the red liquid, but not before swirling it within your little glass, taking in its sweet aroma. It’s one of the few things that brings you joy anymore.

Until you realize that was the last of it. Not just on your plate, but also the last that was stored away. Now what will you do, stuck inside your little home with nothing to entertain your mouth with?

Outside the window, your people prance around without a care in this world. All the while, you muck about filled with disgust and an insatiable hunger. Take this dipshit for example. In their fluffy clothes and their idiotic little black hat. Where does one even find such a horrible fashion statement?

There is no need for fashion in this world. Especially not when they try so hard to dress and act like those people across the waters. The fools even try to emulate the people of the mountains. We are not them! These things attempting to call themselves people really know how to piss one off.

You look over to your bed. Well made. Empty. Nothing to entertain your body either. Well, it's time to go out.

Tender meats and red drinks that make your head spin are what you live for. Well, that and… the chase of it all.

On your way, you spot an old friend. Like too many others, Raiden finds enjoyment in keeping his toys at his hip. But you rarely see Raiden and his… pet separated. At least he knows to keep them on a short leash. Underneath their outward feelings of faux love and admiration lies a dark fear. And it’s that which attracts you.

You decide to cross the waters and dine amongst them there.

When you shore, you take in the air deeply and soak in the moonlight. It’s fresh with prospects; they’re walking around, just waiting to be plucked for your entertainment. You breeze through flowing scents, each unique to whomever brushes past.

Left to right, all delicious faces, gleaming with the promise of joy and debauchery. You follow their gaze to a place nestled in the shallow wood. The exotic, rhythmic vibrations reverberate in your chest all the way from where you are.

Swirls and whirls of movers and shakers dance around you; synth drums pound your ears. You revel in the moment, intoxicated by the way they all throw themselves at you. Choosing entertainment tonight will prove to be overwhelmingly easy.

You flow with the movement until there is only one. Or… maybe two, you think. Well, you haven't had fresh entertainment in such a long while. Too long, in fact.

Their inebriation makes coercing them that much easier. And they must be friends. The way they meld together in the winks and smirks and giggles they share; they think it’s a secret between them.

Feeling their full attention upon you, you lead them across the dance floor, out the door and through the shallow wood, over the waters and into your home. It amazes you how smitten some could be, to retreat with a perfect stranger, but it works for you. Filling your every desire is all people are good for.

You go through the movements; peppered with kisses, slips of the hand and tongue. One of them, the girl, just barely ruins the moment by speaking. It reminds you of the time when your people and theirs attempted to understand each other's language.

We grew tired of them hunting our kind for sport. And they grew weary of our kind, whisking them away at night. We wanted to form some type of understanding. And peace.

A treaty was created. Your kind was allowed only to target those people within a certain radius, and their kind was to only hunt those who crossed that line.

It was all in vain. It worked for a time, but humans are liars.

And you are insatiable.

You throw the thought away to fully cement yourself in the moment. You place a finger on the girl’s lips and hand her a black cloth. She only needs a little wordless nudging to do what you want. She secures the blindfold on the boy, and they both lie down on your bed— or as you like to call it, your bedroom table.

The girl's whimpers turn into quiet, struggling gurgles as you enter her. Down her throat you go, and up come her sweet plump insides, filling your belly.

Her eyes begin to bulge. She is just on the cusp of fear, of realization. She’s begun to sober, but it's far too late for her. You relish the flavor of her insides, consuming her from the inside out.

The boy lays smiling, blitheful and unaware of the soul that’s filled your belly, her body lifeless right next to him. It makes the taste that much sweeter.

You move on him quickly. You can't have him aware. Not yet. Fear will be your appetizer. You enjoy it more when they’re a little scared. Like ordering a slice of pie after a big dinner.

You feel your face stretch into a devilish rictus. Tonight you will be sated.