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Night Time Feeding

Short story By: Sik
Fantasy


Snack time.


Submitted:Feb 4, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


He sat there in silence. There was a house on fire in front of him. The fire illuminated the night sky and the boy had a slight smile. Then someone came up and asked him what happened. The kid told them that there was an accident. The innocent bystander asked to call 911. At that instant the boy jumped up and sunk his teeth into the person's neck. At first the bystander tried to resist but she fell victim to the boy. The boy feasted on her blood. She moaned. The boy couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. Either way he was glad he got his meal. So what if he had to set a house on fire. Just a simple loss. There are more houses in the world and move victims to devour. After twenty minutes the boy let her go. The taste of blood stayed in his mouth for a moment or two. He wiped the last drop of blood from his lips. The boy thought he saw another victim a quarter mile away. He picked up his first victim and threw her into the burning remains of the house he set fire to. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Another female. Perfect for him to set another trap. The boy ran to the female. He told her that his house caught fire and his mom was still inside. As the women (or shall we call her victim at this point) looked toward the blaze the boy knocked her down and leaped on her back. The boy laughed sinisterly and bit her. His fangs went into the back of her neck like a hot knife through butter. She moaned with pain. The boy could tell it was pain because his victim was crying. After he had his meal and he was full he threw the other body in the flames and walked away. Another successful night. The boy stopped and looked over his shoulder. The fire was still going strong. He sighed and reached in his pocket. There was a brief moment of silence. He sighed again, dialed a number, and put the phone to his ear. The boy said "hello there has been a fire at 2793 Bathory Road. Can you please send a fire truck?" There was another moment of silence then the boy thanked the person on the other end of the line and hung up. He fled the scene with a feeling of a job well done.





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