I walk the streets among the mortals, cold winds whipping snow flakes into my face as I scour the street. I pick up a barrage of interesting scents. I catch fear, anger, misery, lust, envy even. I can work with these, any of these. I'm starving. I feel particularly ravenous today. I want blood today. I need it. My body aches as the hunger intensifies. I want quick, easy prey.
"Are you tired Henry? Do you hurt?"
"Yes. I'm sick. I have been for a while. I-I think I'm dying. Who are you?"
"I'm God, Henry. I've heard your plights and seen your suffering. I come to make you whole, to bring you home, Henry." He staggers towards me and I materialize and kneel to his height.
"I knew you would come. I knew you hadn't forgotten me. I prayed..." He falls to his knees and sobs. "I prayed every day for the past seven years. Even on the streets, I never lost faith in you." I scoop him up and hold him to me.
"I would never forget you. I love all my children. Each is special." He hugs me and I grin. I run my talons through his hair, his head is down so he does not see what I really am. I lull him into a peaceful, blank state and he melts into my body. His anguish and misery travels through my finger tips and thrums into my veins. Delicious. I keep him tranced, while I finish. I lean into his neck, and I drink him dry in less than a minute. I hear his last thoughts in my mind, as his life fades.
"I'm coming home Lorna. I'll see you again in the kingdom of God. I'll hold you once more in the golden streets. I'll never suffer again. I'll never be hungry..."
"And neither will I." I drop him gently to the ground. "Thanks for your service, Henry." That relieved the worst of my hunger, but still it lingers. I feel unsatisfied, unsettled. I leave the alley and continue walking the busy street. I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking for, but I'll know when I find it I suppose.
My body hums as I read the energy around me. I take it all in. The lustful glances of women as they take me in, eyes lingering south. I wink at them mischievously and their weak litt li e hearts thud faster. I don't want them though. I had a woman yesterday. I need something more. I don't even know what I want. I'm restless. I see men look up to me uncomfortably, they can sense it, but what no idea why they are put off by me. It's the body's natural response to danger. Street vendors emit their positive, hopeful aura as they present themselves to me as I pass in hopes to gain a customer. An old lady smiles softly at me, glasses falling down her nose as her husband wheels her into a baby boutique. I can feel her joy radiating. She's about to meet her first grandbaby. She can't believe at her age she survived cancer, to see her first grandchild.
"Oh!" I hear the old man exclaim in shock as the wheelchair catches on a large crack in concrete. I stand to watch the show for a moment, others have yet to notice. The woman is thrown onto her knees as the chair spills over. The old man trips in his angst to get to his wife. Nobody slows down. Nobody bats an eye.
A quick flash of emerald green catches my eye and I watch as a young woman with green hair rushes to their aid. The man is back on his feet, and the woman lifts the grandma up, into her chair with ease.
"Get off me. Freak." The ungrateful grandma scolds the woman. The woman lowers her head and saunters off. Not even dignifying the insult with a response. I quickly tap into her thoughts and I quickly learned that she had spilled her lunch in fright as she ran to help the ingrates. Her belly growls and I stalk her from a distance as she retreats. This girl is interesting. Her mind is utter chaos, her demeanor soft and helpful.
The light grey leggings she's wearing display a sizable, plump ass and thick legs as she bounds away. Her shoes are flat heeled boots that lace. A practical woman, I muse. A chunky cream sweater obscures the top half of her figure from view. She turns into a department store and I follow her in, quickly making myself invisible to the naked eye as I step behind her while she clocks in at the kiosk. Her hair raises and she whips back, looking through me in confusion. Green lined eyes wide. The action amuses me, and I brush her hair with the faintest touch. She squeals and does the motions one would after walking through a spider web.
Composing herself, she gallops to the back and begins loading boxes onto the cart to stock. I watch her as she easily lifts the heavy boxes with little effort. A strong, sturdy little creature this. one. She rolls her cart out, stepping infront of it, pressing her full bottom into the door to hold it as she guides the cart through with her arms. She bounces on her feet behind the cart again in a show of victory. My grin widens. There is something about her that just draws you in.
I watch her for hours, occassionally toying with her, enjoying the surprise I can elicit. She sticks dutifully, ignoring horny customers who heckle her and an asshole boss who has jumped her for as little as nothing. I contemplate what to do as I watch her. What do I need from her? What is it about her that I desire. Obviously, her body. There's something more though, something I cannot quite pinpoint. She snaps me back to reality as I hear her shuffle away. It is dark outside now as she clocks out to leave. I, of course, follow her home. It'll be a fun night for us.
I followed her to her apartment, still invisible, and watched as she hurriedly got dressed. She slipped into a black velvet dress and curled the ends of her hair, pinning the top half up haphazardly. It was all I could do not to touch her body as that velvet dress inked down her body and over her luscious curves. She tugged tendrils loose around her face, and perfected her makeup. Dark greens and blacks lined her eyes, and a flesh pink on her lips and cheeks. Her dark brows full and arched. A splatter of freckles stun atop her nose and cheekbones. It's her birthday. I rummaged her thoughts. She's meeting a boyfriend for dinner. This stirs a weird emotion in me. She doesn't even know I'm here, but I feel ignored. The thought crosses my mind to splatter her dress in bleach or trip her on the stairs, but I refrain. I don't know what I need her for after all. She spritzes cheap perfume as she leaves. I notice
"You wish I were real?" I ask her, intrigued."Yes. I guess I'm disappointed really. It's all weird. The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, and it's a damn dream. On a lighter note..." She looks at me. "Thank you. Even if it's a dream, it's nice to feel appreciated and have a full belly of good food." I remember eating Henry this morning. "Indeed it is. I myself had a nice breakfast." She smiles."Can't relate. Also, I wasted my lunch trying to help a hateful old bag. Should've left her in the street." She huffed. She watches me curiously."See something you like?""I was watching your eyes." She states. I leer at her, knowing how my appearance affects women."Do you like them?" I probe."It's so neat how they change colors." My face drops."What do you mean?""They were light green earlier
I am still debating the pros and cons of my hasty idea. One should never make big decisions under the influence of lust or hunger. I could have, should have killed her but spared her. She states me, keeps me full, and amused. Her low maintenance and appreciation of the smallest things captivates, as much as her aura and appearance. Something about her makes you feel soothed in her presence. I guide her with the arm draped over her body. She's almost puppeted by my arm and the shifting of my body. The sun glistens on her hair and several children stare at it's deep forest hue. She smiles at them timidly, and a little boy flushes up to his hair line. I herd her into the department store beside her workplace, not yet wanting to take her in there and have her more confused. "Sera, I want you to pick out some clothing and items you might
I've had Sera in my possession, literally and figuratively, for a week now. Night and day we tumble in those silky green sheets. In that time she has dropped some weight, and become more pale. I deduce that her iron must be low, so I've tried to hold off and feed her even more food. As I figured, I broke over and have drank from her again. It's dangerous, yet convenient having her close. It's hard to restrain when I have an endless supply right there, but it's only endless if I ration it right. This is where the problem comes in. It's a slippery slope for me. The more I get the more I want. I've never been much on self control. It helps that she's so lovable. Her constant conversation and hugging make it easier to refrain from killing her. She asks me about my hobbies, interests, favorite things, even family and friends. I would neve
I roam the empty streets, searching for my next victim. She comes into sight soon enough. I know what she is, but she doesn't even ask for any cash. She practically jumped into my arms and I swat her down and naked her lead us to privacy. I do not take my time with her. I rush quickly to build the lust in her for me to devour, and then I drain her dry of blood. I can't even finish. She does nothing for me outside of the blood and energy. I did not want her dreams. I dump her unceremoniously in the floor of restroom and I lock the stall door. I allow myself to disappear and I continue to roam the streets once again restless and unsatisfied. I finally give in, and I check her apartment. Only she isn't there. Neither is her purse. The birthday cake and pizza, are uneaten and dumped into the trash. The aura of depression lingers. It isn't anger, like I e
"Who are you? What do you want?" The older man blurts as he steps back from me in fear. I sneer at him as I close in, his eyes lock with mine as nd in moments I have him entranced. The older humans are always easiest to control. At a certain point they will even lose control of themselves without interference. I can tell by the beat of his heart that he has heart and blood pressure issues. The streets are empty, and we are far from businesses. In my state of disarray I absorb all the fear and blood from him in moments. As he dis in my grasp, I go through his life sifting through all the negatives and eating away at those fragile memories as their host fades against me. His heart gives a final, surrendering thud as he leaves this life to enter his next. I clean my face and quickly vanish to reappear soon at my home. I'm still not content or remotely soothed. I need that
Narius and I get plenty of looks as we walk the street together. Women double take and sneak peeks at us as we stride in sync. Our brotherhood is obvious, we share a similar build, sunkissed skin, and similar facial features. Though my eyes are a light green, where his are hazel. My hair is also a shade darker. Narius is always clean shaven, and well groomed down to the beds of his nails. Metrosexual as he is, he always goes impeccably dressed, soaking in all of the attention he can gather. I prefer a short jawline beard or stubble, and casual dress. I like to melt into the crowd. "Up ahead! There." I gesture towards her apartment complex and Narius groans. "We have to go in there?" I shoot him a look. "I'm certain you'll survive. We have e
I hold myself back, as Seraphine enters first quickly putting away perishable items and separating her breads out to freeze. Her ability to survive on next to nothing, and her ingenuity still amaze me just as much as her contentment with it. She often looks right at me, or rather through me but redirects her gaze. How can she not know what she is? Does she not feel the superiority to humans around her? The powers that lies dormant within her body? She keeps some food out and begins to make a lunch with what she has. Axar watches excitedly, and helps whenever he can. Sera glances up in my direction once more. "You two." She points. "Do you intend to speak or stay for dinner?" My jaw hangs agape and Narius quirks a brow at her. "You can see us?" He asks. "Yes. Noxodius, and you whoever you are. It's customary among mortals to introduce yourself while in another's home." Narius glares and I stifle a