Fury

Release

I wasn't sure if it was the winter wind that was drying my skin or if it was the time spent not partaking of new energy that was making me feel not at my prime and more lackluster than anything. Michael had been all over the news: "Man, early 20s, found dead in his penthouse, apparent homicide, police currently investigating". I chuckled to myself as I turned the volume down on the TV in my hotel. Police could keep investigating until they were blue in the face. They wouldn't find a thing, and this would end up another unsolved case just like all the others done by the work of my kind. Dear, sweet, dumb Michael. You being gone means there is one less of your kind. Their numbers dwindling down until only we are left. It had been 2 weeks and I knew tonight I had to go out again to absorb energy. It had been fun pretending to be like them but tonight there was work needing to be done. I bite my bottom lip thinking who I would try to lure tonight. A cool hipster type? A savvy wall streeter in a suit? Or maybe an overly excited out of towner. The tourists were always so full of nervous excitement, bubbling with this fantasy of what New York was and despite the rats, the noise and the rudeness of the everyday natives they somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on their faces. So naïve but they were the easiest and I didn't want to have to work so hard tonight. Sometimes this form just wants to bask in a bit of laziness so its decided that I would just do a quick drag and drop. Yes, I drag them into my web and drop them into nothingness when I'm done with them.

I wonder how Michael and the rest of my conquests were enjoying nothingness right now? I laughed nastily as I applied lotion to my light caramel colored body making sure that my skin would look alluring and bright. The thieves of souls, the absorbers of energy, The collectors of corpses. They had given my kind a lot of different names, but I think my favorite one is Succubus. It was less poetic, and I preferred to be referred to in that way not that anyone of them could call me by name. They could never even see me coming, how could they possibly know what was owed to my kind would be repaid? If anything was poetic it was their plotted downfall! For hundreds of years my kind has been among them and each year it became easier to live out in the light while taking them into the shadows. Decadent deceit. This form of mass revenge was the best kind. All of their best philosophers, scientists, prophesiers, fortune tellers and machines that spit out algorithms throughout the last several hundred years couldn't warn them of this. My eyes cut to the TV and I was met with the face of the Asian man from the diner 2 weeks ago.

Hastily turning the volume up, I listened to the other news reporter "Here we have the chief of police Jackson Wang for the NYPD with his thoughts on the latest string of murders of men. Chief Wang, what do you make of this?".

Jackson Wang, huh? I looked into his eyes on the screen and watched as he licked his bottom lip before answering,

"I cannot fully discuss what's going on right now, but I want the good citizens of New York to know that my department is currently conducting a thorough investigation". I snorted at his choice of words.

No matter how thorough you are Mr. Wang, you'll never find a thing. Not a goddamn thing. I continued to look at him and I had to admit that his face was attractive in the sense that they could be deemed attractive. My current form seemed to like the way that he looked. Hmmm. This was interesting. I think this form needed to get laid tonight as they would say, If she was happy that means my true form would end up happy. It was a mutually satisfying partnership and it worked very well. Sensing a need for this form to dance I decided to check out one of the clubs that tourists tend to frequent but it had a healthy mix of locals as well which was nice because at some point or another I discovered that I somehow had become like a local. Shaking off the thought I made my way past the bouncer without even waiting in line. He had been undressing me with his eyes as I walked up to him. Ha! Sir wait in line; your time could soon come too. But tonight, relish in your ignorance and luck of not being my prey. I walked immediately to the bar and before I could even order I felt a very male presence near me.