• i am in the wrong side of town.

    the streets where grime is standard,

    where murder is expected, even overlooked,

    and where the lowest of people call their homes.

    buildings are in shambles all around me, the cars all broken into and tires slashed.

    i can see shadows in the alleyways.

    people pass me on the sidewalk, and i feel them take a second glance.

    strangers try offering me money.

    dealers mutter prices.

    drunks slur insults and catcalls.

    beggers grab at my legs.

    but i am unafraid.

    though i am foreign to this place, i know it well.

    i know what i am here for, and what my purpose is.

    so i keep walking.

    and as i walk, i feel the urge growing inside of me.

    i am feeling hungry.

    i slip into the designated building
    my excitement escalating with every step i take on the stairs.

    when i open the doors to the 4th landing, i see a wooden chair.

    occupied by a man.

    his attention turns towards me and he swiftly gets up from his seat.

    he is well-dressed and looking out of place amongst bits of plaster and dust.

    i smile and he kisses my gloved hand.

    "An unusual place to meet! You are quite the eccentric person, Stella."

    "All the more exciting, don't you think?"

    i smile again.

    before my companion can reply, i hear a muffled banging against metal.

    sitting near the corner was a cage.

    it's sole occupant was a young looking woman, limbs tied up and face fairly bruised.

    she opens her bloody mouth at me and makes guttural screams.

    her eyes frantically try asking for help.

    "Our guest tonight is Amelia. 20. College student. Inactive. Fairly bad grades due to recent drug habit.
    Very recent. It shouldn't have seeped in yet. I've already removed her tongue and washed her up."

    "Then shall we begin?"

    from my purse i extract a leather roll-up case of pristine knives and scalpels.

    "Oh, lets! I am feeling rather famished."

    amelia tries to shuffle away from me as i near the cramped cage, knife in hand and a soft smile upon my face.

    she stills for a moment when i cut the ropes binding her wrists together, probably imagining her freedom.

    unfortunately, she is wrong.

    i hold her arm outstretched from the edge of the cage. she struggles but my own strength prevails and i steady her limb.

    i slice away some of the milky skin on her arm, revealing the wonderfully ruby flesh underneath.

    my own excitement and blood lust overwhelms me as my teeth sink into her soft tissue.

    i tear away juicy bits of her arm and chew with content.

    henry is probably the best at choosing people.

    he sits on the opposite side, eating away at her other arm.

    a little bit of blood trickles down his lips when he looks up to grin at me.

    i've known henry for 2 months now.

    we are a little intimate with each other and i suppose you could say he makes me feel lively.






    'lively' is such a strange word to describe yourself with when you're technically undead.