Chapter Thirty-Seven: Smells of Blood:
Drag. Step.
Drag. Step. Drag. Step.
It’s gotten
better. Ten delicious people. It had a stable body now. The legs didn’t shake
anymore. The walking moved better. And not much else.
Hm… There needed
to be more. More bodies to consume. And then there was her.
Oh yes, her.
She won’t give
in. Why can’t she just accept it? This was her home now. But she won’t accept
it.
Ah, well. He’ll
deal with her again. There are bigger things to deal with.
He could smell
that sweet blood again. Hungry. Hungry!
Okay, okay.
Geeze, will you calm down?
It’s quiet
tonight. Too quiet. Time to look for new blood. The Red Garden became the
perfect cover. Such a strong smell. Felt like home.
Oh yes!
It could see the
night sky without a face. It’s going to rain. It wished it could smile. Not to
worry. It didn’t matter. They will come tonight. It’s their nature. It counts on
it. It knows it. It wants it.
No!
No?
Leave them
alone.
Sorry. That’s
not going to happen. We need to do this.
No!
Fine, I’ll do it
without you.
I will stop you.
How?
She puffed up
her cheeks. I will try.
Ha! Good luck
with that.
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The hurt began
again. That sweet smell of blood filled the air. It smiled with hunger. Feed.
Feed. Feed.
Someone was
already here.
An office lady
wandered through the park. It had been a long day. She just wanted to go home
and go to bed. When did this shortcut feel so long?
The woman
paused.
Hm? What is that? She took a
sniff in the air. The woman reeled back.
“Ew!” she
complained. The woman covered her nose. Then, she began to hear the singing.
“What… What is
that?” the woman asked. Her eyes went into a daze. The next thing she knew she
was walking down the narrow dirt path in the park. The smell of blood floated
through the air.
Where am I going? My feet are moving themselves. The
singing sounded so faint. So gentle… So beautiful…
She couldn’t
hear the heavy breathing behind her. The scent grew softer. Warmth filled her
chest. It felt… nice.
He smirked. Got
you.
Snap!
He grabbed her
by the waist. She didn’t fight back. It just pulled her into its body. And then…
Nothing. Only one thing left. One pink high heeled shoe in the mud.
That was eleven people now. Eleven people vanished. Who’s going to be next?