Dancing with Horns

Claire 1

 The bar was loud and all I could hear were women laughing and men going on about some dumb sports event. I hated coming here, but it was the easiest place to prey. Everyone was in their own bubble, drunk and vulnerable. I wore my black slip dress with lace near my bosom. My hair was pinned up, leaving my neck visible. I sat sipping on a cocktail. It honestly tasted watered down. I was not a fan of public drinking but felt the need to blend in. I observed the man a few seats from me. He was wearing a dark blue coat and had dark hair that rested behind his ears. His body language was tense. I assumed he had a bad day but wasn't sure. I sat the glass in my hand down and walked over to the stranger.

My legs felt on fire as my pulse raced. The stranger whose name I learned was Joe sat up in excitement as we exchanged words. I went on carelessly saying whatever I could to make an impression. His brown eyes kept tracing the outline of my collar bones. He made it obvious he was examining my body. I watched his lips part as he drank the last of his beer and smiled. I had no interest in this man. He bored me. He went on about his residency and then ended the sentence by remarking how he was single. That last statement was all I needed to hear. I went on to ask about his family, his life. I wanted to be sure he was alone. Sure enough, his parents were gone, and he was an only child. He moved to the city a few years back and planned to leave in the fall since his engagement was broken off. That was all the information I needed to know.

I moved into this apartment building six months ago. It was a small, old complex and housed mainly elderly couples and a few young adults. I walked down the hallway pretending to laugh at something Joe said. I wanted to make him feel confident. His jokes were bland, of course, but he didn't have to know. My hands were sweating making it hard to hold my keys. They kept falling out of my hands. I giggled acting as if I was heavily intoxicated. I wanted to appear fun, wild, and silly. Joe was falling for it. He reached down to grab my keys and presumed to open my door. I followed behind him, lifting my breasts up to appear more visible, and let my hair down. My living room was dim. The lamp across the room was on, and the curtains were closed. I kicked my sandals off and walked over to Joe.

"Care for another drink?", I asked.

Joe walked over to where I was and grabbed my hand. He nodded his head yes. I walked over to my kitchen. I had an excellent collection of alcohol and spirits. There was something about drinking that made this easier. I poured some whiskey into a small glass and set it down on the counter. I walked over to the front door and asked for his coat. He willingly gave it to me and stood still. He smirked and touched my face taking in a deep breath as his fingers contacted my hair. He did smell nice. It was a scent of wood and light beer. It made my stomach growl. He leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed him back. His tongue kept forcing its way into my mouth, and I wanted to gag. I opened my lips after a while and he continued to push forward. Our bodies were now mashed together as his hands went under my dress and towards my ass. I moaned as the skin-to-skin contact sent shocks through my body. I couldn't fight it any longer.

I pushed Joe into the kitchen as he lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. My dress was now on the floor, leaving me exposed in my undergarments. Joe lifted his shirt off revealing a small bird tattooed on his chest. His hands were now heading towards my back. I arched towards his neck and began tracing my tongue against it. His skin was sweet. My teeth grazed his left ear as he let out a soft grunt. He was distracted by the clasp on my bra. This was my chance. I shoved Joe off and his back hit the fridge. His eyes widen in fear as my head tilted back and my teeth sharpened. He froze and watched as I grabbed him and pulled him towards the floor biting into his shoulder. He screamed.

I covered his mouth with my left hand and continued to bite into his flesh. The meat was warm, and the blood poured into my mouth so easily. I made my way towards his torso, taking my time to chew on every bit of meat his body offered. He was more than dead. I was sure my hand against his mouth suffocated him after a while. He tasted so fucking good. My vagina pulsed in excitement as I kept eating. This was worth six months. This was worth waiting for. After eating my fill's worth, I sat up to examine the scene. What was left of Joe was all over my kitchen floor. My skin was covered in blood, and hair in human flesh. I ran my fingers pulling every bit of meat out of it, licking my fingers afterward. I needed to shower and dispose of his body.

My bathroom was clean and smelled of lemons. I smiled as I breathed in the fresh scent. The mirror in front of me revealed a naked woman. I was always so beautiful after eating. My eyes were no longer red, but green. My hair was thicker, and the color appeared naturally. My skin wasn't as pale, and my lips were full of color. I reached over to turn the knob in my shower when I heard a sound. One of the downfalls of being full was my hearing was good. I slowly walked back over to my kitchen, careful not to move Joe's remains. I leaned forward to the wall next to my stove and sure enough could hear someone breathing. This sent a wash of panic down my spine. Could this strange person hear everything?