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"My knives are sharper than your knives," I said. I thought it was fair enough warning even though he didn't catch it.
He had thought he "found" me at the bar, thought he seduced me. Had no idea that i had followed him there. Had no idea that i had been watching him for weeks now, and knew it was a certainty that he would be taking the first woman willing back to his place.
I needed this. I needed this score to feed the child growing inside of me. Its one thing to go for a while without food, its another entirely to let the child inside of you starve. How surprised i had been that i had gotten pregnant. How shocked i was that i even could. My kind doesn't necessarily have a reputation for bearing children. Just special i guess.
As crazy as it seemed to me, i actually enjoyed sex with this one. Must be the hormones. Do i even have hormones? I don't know, all i know was that i had never enjoyed the obligatory pre feed sex before. You have to get them good and tuckered out before you can overpower them , you know. And since most men fall asleep almost immediately after, well, dumb shits make it easy. My ongoing rationality is that they deserve it for being so rude and so unguarded.
A woman would never take a man back to her place and just fall asleep, leaving her body and possessions in danger. Its sex and salutations when your talking about a woman. Were not that stupid.
I stared at him for a time until i could sense the depth of his sleep. "My knives are sharper than your knives..." I whispered again. I smiled to myself, and ran my hand across my bear stomach. "Hush now little one, your strength with will come...mama's gonna feed you."
I reached for my things, and watching his breath, slid the wrapped up knife out of my bag. I sighed at the thought that because of the baby, I would have to do this regularly now instead of just when the hunger became dangerous. You can go too long with the hunger, and attack someone at a CVS. Better to plan it. Better to be careful. Better to be fed. Stray cats used to keep me satisfied, but not now. Not that the hunger had grown.
I slowly stepped towards the bed. I paused in a loose floor board, and pulled the knife back fearing he would wake.
I guess i really tired this one out.
Raising the knife high above me head, i smiled and screamed "My knives are sharper than your knives...!!!"
I stabed him in the chest. He awoke long enough to scream in horror, and just as his scream peaked, i shoved my fist into his chest and ripped out his heart.
His eyes rolled back, and he was still. The heart was still beating, and i sat cross legged on the floor and had my dinner. A heart is only worth eating when its beating in terror. Kind of like a well timed sufle'. I slowly dipped the last piece into his chest, finished my meal, and licked my fingers. I felt a kick. Baby was satisfied.
But for how long? Not only was it me i had to feed now, but my own child. No more once and a while cons. And when it was born, that meant two cons a night. I thought of just letting it starve, but then again, it was surrounded by vital organs. Kind of like an all you can eat buffet. No doctor in the world could get rid of it for me. No heart beat, no abortion. I'm pretty sure that's somewhere in the policy.
I grabbed my stuff, got dressed, and headed for the door.
I glanced back once more at the remains of Nathen Kite, but looked away quickly... too full to look at anything edible.
"Nathen", i thought, with my hand on my stomach..."what a nice name."