Taming My Little Monster

Chapter 6 - Meet Famine

"Don't take another fuckin' step." Grant sternly growled at the strange, lanky man before me. A smile creeped upon his face and I couldn't help but whimper.
"Young Master calm down I am only here for the girl." I tensed up at those words. " 'The girl.' Well there was no other girl to my knowledge so that has to be me. Wait he's come for me?!" I thought to myself as I felt my stomach clenching up in fear.
"Your not taking her. She's MINE." Grant said defiantly and I immediately felt my cheeks burn up (although I couldn't understand why, after all he had just kidnapped me).
The man slowly walked over me smirking, making me whimper more.
"Hello, pretty young thing." He said just before he took a lock of my hair in his bony fingers and holding it up to his nose inhaled gently. I started to whine but, didn't dare move. I felt the air shift as he stooped down so he could whisper into my ear.
"Mmmm... Tasty." The creepy man whispered in my ear making me shudder. I felt a tear trickle down my face as I held my breath. Hoping and wishing he'd go away when suddenly Grant grabbed him by the back of the collar, throwing him against the wall and then lifting him up by his shirt into the air.
"Don't fucking touch her, you bastard." Grant growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh don't worry Young Master I won't touch HER." and with that the man reached over and touched Clarance's shoulder. Clarance's eyes grew wide with despair and then quickly disappeared leaving two black sockets in the place of what had been. A black wispy substance had started to flow from poor Clarence's mouth and (used to be) eyes. I continued to watch in horror as the butler's skin began to shrivel and dry. His bones began to become visible beneath his, now tissue paper thin looking skin. Then there was a loud crackling sound as if the bones themselves were breaking. Suddenly they with one last pop vanished and the body clasped in on itself. All the while the once older man seemed to be getting more youthful as the black smoke looking substance escaped the butler and into him. There was more popping as he straightened up (now somehow free of Grant's grasp) to stand straight and tall. He was about Grant's height. He was now more muscular and fit. His hair had filled in and the wrinkles were now no where to be seen. The suit made him look almost dashing and his eyes seemed even more hungry and lustful; He looked powerful.

"You son of a bitch" Grant yelled as his fist collided with the mans face which snapped back and hung limply for a minute. His arms raised slowly to either side of his head and in one quick jerk he snapped his head back into place with a loud pop. He sighed sounding exasperated.
"I didn't want to do this. Mmmmm... Please excuse me." I watched as the man straightened his suit and then made his way to the open widow. He leaned over the side and looked down at the ground below.
"HEY! BUG FACE GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP HERE! NOW!" The man screamed to the street below sounding horribly out of character. He turned back to face Grant and I, smiling friendly.
"Please excuse my language. Oh and don't worry he'll be here shortly."