Demon Heart

A Strange Taste

You smile deviously as you snap the fur covered neck of a Jack Russell Terrier, that unfortunately crossed your path, a cackle escaping from your mouth at the delightful sound of the bones in the small dog's neck breaking. You grin a grin that rivals that of a hynea's as you remove the freshly sharpened hunting knife from its sheathe that you have attached to your belt. The knife's clean, silver blade gleams in the light of the full moon shining down on the open grassy field you are crouched in.

You roll the light brown and white dog onto it's back, before plunging the sharp blade into the medium sized dog's chest, right at the base of its neck. You ever so slowly pull the knife down the canine's stomach, cutting down between its rib cage. Blood greets the air at the cut; a sickening grin is plastered to your face as your blood red eyes gleam like fire from the deepest pits of hell. You remove the bloody knife from the dog's body, right above the sheath of its penis, and wipe the bloody off on the dog's white and light brown fur.You cackle again, but this time louder than before. Your thin fingers enter the wound and slowly pull it open, tearing the fur covered skin in a few places. You enjoy the feeling of blood on your pale fingers; you love have sticky it makes your fingers.

But you love the taste even more. You pull your bloody fingers out of the gaping wound in the dog's underside and raise them to your mouth. You slowly lick the metallic tasting blood from your fingers, savoring glorious taste. Blood ends up covering your lips by the time you finish licking your fingers clean.  You begin to crave more -- More!! -- You need more delicious blood! You pick your hunting knife off of the grass, a few streaks of drying blood on the side of it and begin to cut chunks of bloody meat from inside the carcass. You smile a sickening smile as you raise the chunks of blood soaked meat and fat to your bloody lips and begin to wolf it down. Crimson red blood runs down your chin as you eat the canine. You continue to cut and eat chunks of bloody meat until you get to the poor creature's rib cage. You grab two of its ribs and pull on them. They break easily under your unnatural strength, with a sickening crack. You do this to all of the Jack Russell Terrier's ribs and throw them into the over grown grass surrounding you. Using your bloody huntineg knife that you had set on the grass  and free hand, you begin to cut and pull out the canine's organs and fling them over your shoulder. A sickening blood covered grin spreads across your face as you stare down at the dog's juicy, blood filled heart.

You wake up, your head pounding. You sit up and wipe the sleep from your eyes, as you smack your clean lips. You get up and head to your bathroom to get some headache medicine and a drink of water, to try to get rid of the strange metallic taste in your mouth.