Dinner

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"But father there's something different about him. He's not just our normal meal time human. He's different."

"Merry I've heard enough! He's just like every other human! He's nothing but food!"

"But" my father gives me a horribly murderous glare and it shuts me up. This human really is different. He's sweet and intelligent. Sure I've only been observing him for two days but I think he's perfect. I don't want to make the kill tonight; I'd rather come home empty handed and get introuble.
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I watch outside his window as my two best friends sneak in and get ready to attack. Both of the boys have their hunting faces on as they sneak up on him. My father must have told them about him being different. Gabe grabs his arm fisrt and slashes it making it painful to move. Mark does the same thing to his other arm bur he can't scream because Gabe's already snagged a gag around his mouth. The boys have him down on his knees and they gesture for me to come in.

I gracefully slink through the window and Mark tosses me the guys wallet.
His names Josh and he's only 18 same age as all of us. The boys slash away at his body and laugh each time he tries to cry out. He tries to double over in pain but it doesn't work very well considering both of the boys are holding his arms. I just want to end the poor boys suffering. I get down on my knees infront of him; I put my index finger under his chin and tilt his head up. His eyes look tired but they also show pain. Blood starts to trickle down from his temple and I wipe it away before it gets in his eye.

He takes the opportunity to slam his head into mine. I cry out and stumble backwards. My eyes water and my heads filled with pain. Both of the boys look beyond pissed at him; Mark pins Josh's arm painfully behind his back and gabe punches him repeatedly till blood seeps through his gag.

I look up at the boys and nod my head as if saying time to eat. The boys pin his body to the floor and look at me. I move up some. I tried to be nice but he's just like every other human. Nothing but food. And I get first bite!

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