Femme Fatale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
An attractive lady has a dark secret. She seduces to feed.

Submitted: May 22, 2014

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If people met me they may think that I’m strange. They may think what I do is wrong. They may fear. But like any other animal, I eat to survive

It is 3pm. I am hungry. But to feed I need to attract prey. I apply makeup and put on a tight shirt and mini skirt. My clothes and makeup are my flowers.

The local bar is just down the road. Some would say I am a regular even though I never drink. The barman knows my name. I think he told me his years ago but I have never had an interest in who he is. He is to skinny and has no meat on him.

There is a new man in the bar today. He has the appearance of a stereotypical Texan. Fat and cocky. I choose him as he looks like easy pickings. And all of a sudden, even though he is not aware of this, he is my prey and I am his predator.

I walk up to him smiling. A Venus flytrap applies the same tactics as I. Make the prey feel safe and in control as I prepare to strike.

I sit on the stool next to him with one of my legs over the other. He turns to face me and his eyes work their way down my body. He finishes and grins, evidently pleased with himself. He thinks he has scored but I am the one who shall the match.

“Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see” he says, excitedly

I sigh mentally. Pick up lines. He’s worse than I thought he would be.

“Los Angeles actually”

“Ya got a boyfriend?”

“No. I’ve been waiting for a bid Texan man to sweep me off my feet”

“I think can suffice as a big Texan man” he says, now with an ear to ear grin.

I smile. I can smell his blood. Soon I shall no longer be hungry.

I lean up to him. His grin widens.

“Why don’t you and I come back to my place?” I whisper in his ear

“I like your thinking” he replies as he starts brainlessly following me out of the bar.

After about a minute he speaks up

“The name’s John by the way”

“I’m Rose”

Another minute goes by and we are going up the stairs to my apartment. My hunger is barely controllable. My longing to feed is so great I am tempted to attack my prey on the spot. But I overcome the temptation. I must not be seen.

We reach the apartment. Soon now I shall feast.

“Welcome to my humble home” I say in the living room “You wait here and I’ll get you something to eat”

I walk into the kitchen and get some readymade snacks and put them on a tray. Next to the snacks I put my sharpest knife. I am ready

I walk back into the living room.

“I got some snacks here. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah I’m starving. What have you...” the Texan spots the knife. His body language becomes scared.

“Um. What’s the knife for” the fat man asks.

I pick up the knife. I look straight at his eyes and smile.

“What, this old thing? Well I usually just use it to...”

My legs move like lightning. My prey stands no chance. I plunge the knife into his heart. I then continue to stab him around his body. As soon as I’m sure he is dead I put the knife now covered in crimson red blood down.

“Kill” I finish

I walk back into the kitchen and grab my butcher’s knife. I begin to carve up his body. After years of practice I know the best parts. I bite down into the man’s left arm. I hunger no more. The arm is delicious.

I have barely begun my feast when there is a knock on the door. I swear quietly. I then keep completely silent. Hopefully they shall think that I’m not home.

“Suddenly an unknown voice shouts at me.

“Open up. You’re under arrest for suspected murder”

No! I scream in my head. I shall never feed on my most favourite meal again if I am caught. I make a decision. I walk over to my balcony. Climb over the railing. And as I hear my door being burst open I jump.

The world seems to be going in slow motion. I look up at my apartment. There is no one it. I’m shocked when I realise what happened. My guilty heart has been my downfall. My conscience let me down. There was no one banging on the door, just the beat of my dreadful heart. I look back down to world and see the impending grey concrete. And for the first time in my life I pray for forgiveness.

 

By Joseph Sothcott


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