November 27, 2018
Telling this story really did make me want to run this bitches face through this bloodied floor till her teeth and jaw were run ragged all the way through.
Although I wasn’t technically new, being a half-vampire still made me wretch at the stench of blood, and boy was this room filled with it.
This fucker really deserved it though, so I engorged myself to another bite with my nose to the ceiling. I shook off the taste and threw a scorned look to my right at the nauseating woman chewing like some middle age football coach at an all you can eat buffet. She was covered from head to toe in thick black and red blood. The sight alone made me wince in pain for the guy, and I was eating him too. Her full attention was on the guy’s neck, I think that’s what that was. She paid no mind or manners to me. I looked on her gorging herself like the monster she was, and the worst part was that I could smell the stench of that rancid perfume she wore everywhere. I thought the constant smell of metal would do me in, but that perfume, girlfriend, by Justice Beaver was mixing with it all. There was no reason she should have put that on for a hunt such as this, but alas I’m not her caretaker, she does the taking and without a care, unfortunately. She was a special kind of moronic.
I sighed at the grizzly scene of body parts being ripped up and shredded. We said we would evenly split the body, but not even a minute Into the kill, she was on her hands and knees with an arm in her mouth like a fucking snack. Not that I was complaining, just that I wanted a less bloody and more meaty part like the arms or face. She helped herself to the whole upper body tearing small pieces off and then even making a hole into the man’s chest draining the blood like a savage. She didn’t even ask if I wanted a bite. No thought whatsoever; you see I’m no monster, she is.
I scoffed at her; how can someone even be so unpleasant to be with. I clenched my nose, turning it up towards the ceiling attempting to take another bite. I closed my eyes to tolerate the smell of the entire room when even more blood and guts splattered my face. I recoiled dropping the body part in my hand into my lap. I sat there in shock at the unexpected turn.
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“Oh no servant, thy hands slipped, and that artery came out of nowhere, are thee okay?”
I clicked my tongue because I knew she did it on purpose.
A burst of raucous laughter sounded through the room. I looked over at her through my peripherals, cringing from the goofy, filthy, smug smirk that showed her teeth slathered with blood running down her jawline. She was trying to be cutesy with the oh no I didn’t mean to do that act. I hated that act, especially coming from her. I decided, instead of ignoring her I was going to get back at her.
“oh no, look at all this extra food, thank you master for feeding such a humble halfling like me.”
My act wasn’t as believable as I wanted it to be, so I thought it wouldn’t work. I knew her weakness and it was pride and pettiness, so I half thought it just might work.
Her face turned serious as she hogged the rest of the body to herself, making sure to leave me nothing, but the scraps.
It wasn’t much of revenge but at least I got her off my back and she was acting like a personal vacuum cleaner, (no it’s not as hot as you degenerates would think) my clean up, later on, would be a lot easier.
I managed to get to my feet through all the blood and guts on the floor. I decided I was full, so I would leave her to her own devices and would continue on with this makeshift story about myself. The thought crossed my mind, wondering if I could get away with strangulation in this situation. Would she even notice me? I decided against it, unnaturally her instincts are very keen.
I took my seat in the comer of the room left untouched. I placed the foot, that snagged off earlier, into my mouth and took a small bite.
Where did I leave off again? Oh yeah, I am not a bad guy… wait I think that’s the wrong part. I feel like we were at how pitiful and graceful I was. No mere vampire would take what I have taken, so I would have to be no more than a graceful human man who’s seen dark times. Thank you so much for understanding me…
oh, I was that far in?
TCH…