Bite Her

As she leaned forward to affix the clasp in the back, it was a simple thing to bring one of my hands up to rest on her arm, while I brought the other up beside her neck. Then, before the preening peacock of a woman could react, I clasped her left arm in my comparatively vice-like grip, whilst my other hand covered her mouth. I pushed her into the corner before turning my head and digging my fangs into the flesh of her corpulent arm.

Naturally, she struggled, and I still can’t understand how so many books have gotten that part wrong, but it didn’t matter. While I was barely able to fight someone like Miguel and I had no hope of fighting one of the powerful guards, a woman who looked like she hadn’t stepped foot in a gym or lifted anything heavier than a pair of boots, she was the kind of prey that I could overpower.

As her warm blood passed my lips, regular old hunger made itself known and I realized that I hadn’t eaten since the previous day. Fortunately, my prey was about as far from starving as anyone and the blood that sated my thirst also contained the nutrients necessary to quench my hunger.

So, I drank and I drank. I had a moment of guilt, knowing what David would say about an addict relapsing in a huge binge, but I didn’t want to stop.

After the woman had passed out, I reluctantly withdrew my mouth and quickly wrapped her oozing arm in a mucus-green dress that looked as though it would be foisted upon some poor bridesmaid in an attempt to make every eye turn away from her in disgust.

With the bleeding stopped, I lay a couple other dresses atop the **** peacock, hiding her from view and I went to locate Garotinha.

{if thais < 0}I found her sitting in a corner with her makeup streaked from now-dry tears. Not wanting her too close to the ****, I hoped, body of the peacock woman, I went back and retrieved some of the makeup and did my best to fix Garotinha’s makeup.{else}I found her examining the dresses, holding up what I would have called prom dresses and clearly imagining herself wearing them instead of the strange costume she was given. I was tempted to tell her to change into whichever was her favorite, but decided it would be better to avoid staying near the ****, I hoped, body of the peacock woman, so I indicated that it was time for us to go and Garotinha followed me.{endif} The guards didn’t ask to see the peacock woman, which was good. Instead, they silently escorted my cellmate and me from the room.