+Bloodthirsty Lovers+ +BloodMoon x Reader+

+Chapter Two+

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TW: Mention of Cannibalism, Dislocated Arm, Rat, Person in Closet
Enjoy
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I fumbled with my keys on my belt. I couldn't grab them. My hands were far too shaky as my brain looped the incident just minutes ago. The blood, the cries, the whines, the germs... it all looped.

With a quiet groan, I banged my head on the door. I knew I had to be quiet, as... I did live in an apartment complex, the middle floor at that. There were people, families, to my left, to my right, above me, and below me.

Sadly, I think I am the only one who's been here the longest. I do have the cleanest room here, and the most new. I know, middle row? Newest room? Yeah, this area used to be a balcony, but it wasn't leading to much, so they made it a big room, just for me.

I mean, the owner of this place was my Aunt Opal, though I still need to pay the needed rent. I get no discounts for being related. And, if anything, my rent was worse as the room here was the biggest in the whole damn complex. Two bedrooms, as opposed to one. Sadly, there is only one bathroom. There was the 'living room', but I didn't consider it as such, I call it the walk way. It led to every room, and it wasn't really all that big. There was a window by the door, I always kept the covers over it, I don't like the idea of being watched.

Finally, after many minutes of fumbling, I got the key in my hand. I lifted it to the keyhole, inserting it. I twisted the key, unlocking my door.

My feet were slow, tired, and sluggish. I sighed, as well as yawned, and walked toward my small ass kitchen. I reached my fridge and opened it up.

"God-fucking-dammit..." I almost slammed the door to my fridge shut, but knew how sensitive the thing was, since it was fairly old... I closed it normally, groaning heavily. "How did I forget to buy food?! I can't live off the damn coconut cookies (or anything else)!"

In all of my hangry-ness, I hadn't realized my door was wide open as I yelled. I let out a small, "Oops..." Before going over to close my door gently.

My body did an about-face, a 180, if you will, turning to the doorway to my kitchen. The door to my room was open, as usual. I took small steps going to it. I glanced around, as I did, making sure there wasn't any dust.

Sadly, there was something worse. A mess. Not just any mess. It was a snack... an arm. Now, see, half the time I eat someone, I have a black out. I can remember doing it, but I have no recollection of the icky feeling I feel during it.

I shuddered as I grabbed a bag from by drawer. With it in my hands, I put gloves on. I stepped over to it, crouching down. With tightly shut eyes, I grabbed it, the limb being cold, old. I dropped it into the bag and quickly tied it up, double knot. I stood up and walked over to the trashcan by my door, tossing it away quickly.

I sighed, thankful I hadn't made any blood stains in my carpet, god knows how long that would take to clean, ugh...

I took off my gloves, throwing them out too, walking to my room again right after. I hopped into my bed, snuggling to my cold pillows and blankets.

Just as I was about to slip into a nice rest, however, I heard I squeak. A small one. It came from somewhere close to me. I sat up and looked around, knowing it's in my room. Again, a squeak.

The closet.

I scooted to the edge of the bed, peering into my open closet. Yes, I sleep with it open. Sue me.

It didn't take long for the creature that made the squeaks revealed itself. It's a little rat head. The ears perking upward slightly. Its nose twitched at me.

Now, I knew rats are very... disgusting rodents. Carrying germs, like the most known one, the bubonic plague, aka The Black Death, but! It's not the rats' faults. It's the fleas. And this one didn't seem to have fleas. It just stared at me, a little spark of curiosity behind its cute black eyes.