It was always one cold bitter night in October. My nerves were making me jumpy. I stood outside of Wal-Mart pacing back and forth waiting for the man of my dreams. I was on the prowl the day that I met him, yes for fresh young meat. His eyes sparkled inviting me closer to smell his skin. A quick brisk I touched my nose to his neck and I knew he was the one.
A young college student who spoke with a thick accent. He had not lived in America long but was drawn to older American women.
Romanian blood. His family emigrated six years ago from Transylvania. They were familiar with Dracula. The thirst for blood ran in their veins. They spoke very little English but he made it very clear to me that I was considered an outcast because I was American. He was warned to stay away from me because I would be wicked and tricky. I was not like them.
Luring him into my life was easy. He was a virgin which made my mark even more fun. One kiss was all that it took. I bit his lip in a playful manner drawing just a scratch infusion that made him mine. The taste was sweet making it difficult for me to refrain myself in indulging more. I contained myself.
We were married five months later. I’m twelve years older than my husband; I think they call me a cougar. My inner cravings are much wilder than any beast as such. I just give a laugh when I hear the expression with full knowledge that I am much more.
Three years marked the full moon tonight. We sat in our living room looking out the window as the glare from the sky beamed in on our skin. My husband decided to make a joke about the night sky being filled with the full moon. “It is a night when the werewolves come out” he laughs but then so easily I jump putting fear as I scare him.
“Really?” I quickly respond. “Do you believe in werewolves?” I poke at him bringing myself closer as his scent becomes stronger. The urge to bite him grew resilient. I could feel the hairs on my neck begin to stand on end. My blood was getting warm and my body could not bear it any longer.
My nails pierced sharply out of my fingers and my teeth dripped with saliva. I looked at my husband and could see the terror in his eyes. He was frozen in movement. He couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. I had gained his trust and now I was going to devour him.
He tried to leap away but my swiftness moved quicker than his thoughts would process. I let out a loud wrenching laugh. Looking down at his feet I see the urine draining down his leg as he begins to whimper begging me to not harm him.
I desired for his blood. Entrapping him I pounced on top of him, my strength was no match for him. I began kissing his face which then turned into licking his neck. The sweetness entangled my taste buds and I wanted more.
Without offering any more suffering I engorged my teeth into the side of his neck drinking the sweetness of his blood as it over empowered my mouth, the blood exploded out around me. I moved down to his gut where I began to devour his innards. The organs were tantalizing giving me energy. I could feel my body rejuvenating. Every single bit was delicious, nothing went to waste. I left his eyeballs for last. They were juicy and were the opportunity for him to see the last of what was left of him. A burst of saltiness as it then turned into a chewy dessert. Nothing was left of my husband.
I cleaned up every drop of blood with my tongue, leaving no residual evidence that he was eaten. I then made a call to his brother, the only one who understood English, telling him that his brother was missing. I explained to him that there was a woman that he had met in his college class and that I feared that he was having an affair with her. I told them that I thought he had run away with her. I cried uncontrollably and told his family that I needed to go stay with my family.
I packed my belongings from the house and began my journey seeking out for new fresh blood.