Success!

Wow, my first solo hunt was a success. I'm sitting in my car in the garage at home smoking a joint and listening to the radio. A song by a new group called Boston comes on, More than a Feeling. An apt song for how I feel right now. I did everything perfectly.

When I first arrived in Westerville I drove around scoping out different areas. Hotel bars can be tricky, too many potential witnesses who can say they saw me with the victim. I don't completely rule out hotel bars or bars in general but as I said you have to be real careful. Bowling alleys, grocery stores, parks these are all places where some shithead bystander can really ruin everything.

Then it hit me. Earlier I stopped at a beer and wine carryout for a pack of smokes. While there I noticed the store didn't have any surveillance cameras and only one employee working, a skinny geek with coke bottle glasses. I asked the geek, Kevin what time they close at and he told me one o'clock, just two hours away. All I had to do was find something to keep me occupied until then. Luckily there's this all night grocery store nearby, only a mile down the road. I could stop there and buy maybe a pop and a few items that we do need at home while I wait until a few minutes to one.

I left my car at the grocery store parking lot and took to the air in bat form flying to the carryout. Once I got there I became mist and seeped in through the bottom of the back door. I rematerialized in a back office area. I could hear Kevin walking towards me so I leaned seductively on the desk. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. He kept looking around wide eyed walking to the doorway checking the front door then looking at me again. "H-- h-- ow, um how did you get back here! You can't be here, you better leave! " I could tell by the way he was looking at me that the last thing he wanted was for me to leave. So I stood there letting him get a good view of me in my patriotic tube top, tight short shorts and lace up open toe sandals.

"Oh stop that now Kevin. We both know you don't want me to leave. Do you?" He stood there stammering about his boss and how much trouble he could get in as I sauntered over to him. As I did so I could tell through his corduroy pants that he was getting an erection, small as his pecker was.

He studdered some more before I got into range and once I did I kicked him square in the balls. "Ggrrhkk!" I nailed his nuts so hard my kick lifted his feet off the ground. When he landed back on his feet he fell to his knees. His eyes squinted behind his coke bottle glasses and tears ran down his cheeks as his face turned purple. He was in such excruciating agony as he sat there on his knees, cupping his ruptured nuts in both hands. He tried to speak but only gurgling sounds came out.

I stood there amused as he gripped what was left of his testicles. That was one of my best kicks. I began to tease him." Poor boy you probably thought you were going to get laid didn't you? Instead you got turned into a eunuch. As if I would actually allow a goober like you to fuck me." He coughed and he wheezed as spittle dribbled down his chin.

It was then that I picked him up and sat him on the desk as he shrieked from the pain of being suddenly moved. I held him up as I sank my fangs into his neck and fed on his sweet blood. Pain does make the blood sweeter. I drank until he lost consciousness. I left him barely alive. Drained of most of his blood and a ruined pair of testicles.

Turning back into mist I seeped back outside from the bottom of the door then turned into a bat and flew back to my car.

And now I sit in my car with the window rolled down smoking what's left of my doobie safe in our garage thinking about this evening. The only thing I forgot too do was take any money that may have been in the store....on second thought robbing the place would have been a bad idea. Better just to leave Kevin with an unbelievable story about how his nuts got smashed. A story he'd be to embarrassed to tell.

I light a cigarette to get rid of the weed smell in the car and smoke it as I continue to think of the evening's events. My first solo hunt, a complete success.