The Book Of The Unchained

The Feast

This story is dedicated to two people. The first is my co-worker Stefan who inspired it in the first place. I hope your girlfriend realizes how hot you are (although he'll never read this). And second but not less important to TrojanHearse who's admirable patience and understanding with me and my long absences has kept me sane through some extremely difficult times. Thank you for always listening to my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this.

For the rest of you please be kind with the criticism, I am not perfect so mistakes are unavoidable, English is actually my third language :). Also this is the first such story (graphical in nature) I have written from one end to the other. Enjoy!

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 I wasn't going to go out tonight, I really wasn't. I had my plans to stay indoors and laze around on my couch watching who knows what movie to keep me entertained. I also wasn't supposed to forget, being me, that tonight was a full moon but alas it slipped my mind. In my defense, I really don't care much about the day month or year I'm in, they pass by me like they don't exist - and for me they don't - but full moons are special, this one even more so. Tonight is a Supermoon which means that my craving deepens thus, I ended up roaming the streets searching for a worthwhile target.

I have to say I'm not a youth anymore, not by any standards and to be honest I feel close to a child molester sometimes. Then, I remember that even with their short years humans tend to do much more horrible things to one another and I suddenly feel better. Also with the years comes the ability to control ones cravings - even if some don't practice such a things - making random hunting less necessary which is why I usually have a target in sight long before I actually need one to feast upon. Tonight is different though, because I forgot and now I have to find a random person to feed on.

Throughout time I've developed certain tastes and preferences that make my hunt more difficult. Most of my kind just pick the first one that comes in sight and have at it. I don't do that, I haven't done so in many many...what? Years? Centuries? I don't really know, but it was close to my beginnings that I switched tactics, a time when I learned the hard way that feeding off of just anyone can get you killed or even worse. These days I make sure I know who I'm dealing with before I even dare touch my victim. Except, obviously, for tonight.

His sent came as a surprise to me, I didn't expect someone at his age to have such an innocent scent. The only ones I've ever met that possessed such an appealing fragrance were teenagers and I never mixed with those on principle. They are utterly defenseless in the face of their hormones and they don't really understand what's going on most of the times or how to help themselves. I prefer to leave them be, despite the fact that they would taste divine, and wait until they are older and can last longer. But he was different. At first, I thought I stumbled upon a virgin - though heavens knows it's hard to find one past the age of 16 these days - but I was wrong. Though a first for me since changing my hunting habits, I couldn't help myself and followed his scent.

He was standing in front of the door of a house with what looked like his girlfriend. They were holding hands and he was whispering sweet nothings to her while they both smiled at each other. I would have said it was romantic, except I felt her deception at his expense and almost felt like sighing. Another disappointing example of how lost love was. I'm not saying love was better before, but at least there was a time when it had a chance, when people weren't so jaded and so unyielding towards it. People in love taste so much sweeter.

She went inside and I heard her dialing a number as soon as the door was closed, the conversation that followed when the person at the other end of the line picked up, confirming my previous suspicions. What bothered me more was that he knew it. He was aware that she wasn't honest with him, but he still loved her. That's when I felt a weird squeeze of my chest that I couldn't explain.