They tell me I'm crazy.
They tell me I'm mad.
Insane.
Unstable.
Disturbed.
Psychotic.
I'm not.
They see my activities as ones of abhorrent aberration, disgusted by my needs. But they are too simple-minded to comprehend the motives behind my actions.
My unadulterated desire is not the only reason that compels me to do what I do.
Power.
It gives me power. Domination over others is pure power, the only way to control.
You can smile at them and charm them into complete and utter oblivion, ruin their world as they follow you with unquestioning adoration. You earn their trust and in return they give you power, to control their lives, and to take them.
Taking a life is no mean feat, most would be unable to do so, but I am not like the others. Oh, no I am much more. I have the ability to do and not regret my decisions later. They don't understand this; my freedom, to say or do anything I want. In this way I have power but it is never enough.
This act of taking a life and destroying it completely, satiates my soul. Here, I am the one in charge, the predator hunting the subservient masses.
Devouring someone is the ultimate act of dominance by a predator, and the ultimate act of submission by the prey. The beasts have eaten one another for thousands of years, even we the high and mighty Homo sapiens gorged ourselves on our Neanderthal predecessors.
So, why don't we take a trip down memory lane? Then maybe we will realise that consuming one another is not a disgusting misconception, but a natural way of life. It separates out the weak from the strong, the wheat from the chaff.
And, I for one will not be dragged down with the subordinate Neanderthals as the modern Homo sapiens take their stand.
I hear the sirens wailing in the distance, it's time for me to leave my most recent meal to be grieved over.
When they get here the paramedics will wonder what kind of behemoth could do this to his own species. They will scream in horror at their discoveries, the findings tarnishing their dreams for nights to come.
And while they scream and howl at this monstrosity I will walk silently into the darkness looking for my next meal.
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HorrorI hear the sirens wailing in the distance, it's time for me to leave my most recent meal to be grieved over. When they get here the paramedics will wonder what kind of monster could do this to his own species. They will scream in horror at their di...
