I want blood.
That’s all I’ve wanted since a few days ago. My lover satiates me for a while, but then…I want more. It’s never-ending, this hunger, this thirst. Other things distract me, for a moment. Listening to Lor tell me of the world of the Kindred, what I have inherited. His smell, his touch. His weight against mine.
And then the beat of his heart against my cold chest brings me back to thinking of blood.
I wander St. Martial, as I am allowed this to be a hunting ground. I avoid the casinos. I head north, to “The Flop” area of town. I have decided that this will be my area. No one comes here in this thick forest – my bike doesn’t get that far. But I can run, lope like a predator.
There are Wailers in the pond, and I avoid them. I wonder how they taste. Freakshow, I’m sure would get me high, so I’ll wait on those until I can handle them. Arachnos would be like having my meal in a tin can, and it wouldn’t be worth it prying it open.
A woman walked alone, carrying books and glancing this way and that. She can’t see me. I’m so much bigger than her. It would be easy. I smell her wariness, her faded perfume. She is not afraid. I fall into step behind her.
She must have some second sense, because she quickens her pace. Next thing I know, we’re running, and I get in front of her. She runs right into my arms. She drops the book and struggles against me. “It’s okay, sweets, I won’t hurt you.”
She pulls out a gun. It’s a little one, a typical woman’s .22. Harmless, right? She points it at my throat and shoots me. I never knew they make .22 bullets with hollow points.
My throat is blown out of the back, and I almost lose my head. I fall backwards onto the sidewalk, and she bolts, screaming. I keep my head still and rush blood to the wound. During this, I feel a burning in my stomach, rushing up my spine and right to my brain, with one thought: Kill her.
I see red, like I did last night when Lor threw the axe at me and I couldn’t get it out. It’s fury. Absolute fury, and I let it come. I get up, my head back where it’s supposed to be. But I’m not driving. Something else, something that passes a red film over my sight. Something that makes me crouch and dash through the night, following her fear.
I see her go into a building. Like that will stop us…A mere wooden door. It hrow myself against it – it explodes inward. There’s a hallway. I see her at the top of the stairs. I run up the stairs and she stands there, a deer in headights. What does she see?
I bite her, not just biting, but I literally tear out the side of her neck and bury my face in the blood and gore. Her blood fills my nostrils, I can’t find her vein but I’m licking everything. I feel my jaw working, eating and sucking on the muscles. Her heartbeat slows and stops, and I don’t care, as I keep on sucking on the blood, sucking that area dry.
What in hell?
I raise my head, the redness gone from my eyes. Nobody’s come out to see what’s going on. I hear a door slam. I look around. The side of the girl’s throat is gouged out. There’s no way a lick is going to take care of that. It’s pretty damn obvious what did it.
I get up, whispering, “Shit, shit, shit…” I’ve never had to dispose of a body before. I know I’m in big trouble for breaking the Masquerade. Fucking Beast. I’m full and satiated, and ready to take on the world, but now I have a body going into rigor mortis.
Bury. Out. Put in an apartment. Which one is hers? Throw in a dumpster. Fine, but how to disguise the torn out throat? Find some rats? Toss in a sewer—
Perfect.
I grab the body and hoist it over my shoulder. In a blur, I’m down the stairs and out the door, heading for the sewers near the Wailers. I easily get past the wailers, break open the lock on the gate. Down into the sewers I go, and find a turning turbine a section of the sewer. I toss her in, and let the turbines grind her up.
Yeah. Easy.
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Inspiration “Scenes of Frenzy” by White Wolf.