beautiful creator as long as I would've wanted. I always manage to fuck up and run when it comes to women. Hell, at this very spot I told my neighbor Kelly I loved her, and then about a week later I split and never talked to her again." Hunter pushed himself off the ground, stood up and brushed off his pants.
"I don't even know your name. I gotta start being more selective. As a matter of fact, I usually would've set you on fire like your two friends. I felt something different when I fed on you. It's strange, but I saw your memories this time. I wonder if that's how it's gonna be from now on. I get to see and feel what you do. It was never like that when I fed on Tamara, but I think it was for her, because she created me." Hunter rubbed his wrist where Clint fed on him.
"She knew everything I was thinking, what I was feeling. That's why she was so perfect. She anticipated my happiness... and my anger." His remorse was too much for him to bear. He shifted the conversation back to Clint.
"Let's get you put away before anyone starts to fuss about that fire. It's almost out now, but I gotta get home and get to bed. It's been a long night. Suppose it has for the both of us, huh?"
Hunter picked Clint up, threw him over his shoulder, and carried him to shit creek away from the notorious Playboy Tunnel.
"The first time I did this, I wasn't thinkin'. It was mostly for revenge. I think I did better this time, at least a little bit." Hunter climbed down into the creek bed and back up a mountain. "I can already feel your memories coursing through me. I can understand you better than I've understood any human being. Like how you imagine living in a character's shoes from a first person novel.
"No secrets or lies, just pure emotions, and thoughts. I know that you're scared of spiders, and how bad you want to have sex for the first time. That's probably why you tasted different, you've never been with a girl."
They arrived at a cave and walked about a hundred feet into it. The smell of moisture accompanied the cool air.
"I really don't want to leave you Clint, but I gotta get home. You can't know me or you'll expose me. I'm not sure what happens next, but I wish you luck."
* * * * *
For three days Clint went through torturous internal struggle and external pain. He puked until his stomach lining and esophagus ripped to shreds. He couldn't stand or crawl, just cringe and shit himself. His throat burned from the bile. His muscles were tight as drums and continued to scrunch from tension and dehydration.
Then it was over.
The shit stopped splurging and the puke stopped flowing. His body miraculously healed itself. By the end of the third day, Clint was alive again. He felt stronger, focused, but most of all, hungry.
* * * * *
It was a slow night at the Watering Hole when Clint bellied up to the bar. The pretty bartender stopped flirting with a couple hard bodied bikers and stared at Clint.
"You know damn good and well I can't serve you any booze. You need to take your ass home before I call the cops." She laughed and flipped her hair as she turned back to the handsome men.
Clint's sinister urge boiled inside.0
"I was thinking something a bit stronger than a drink honey..."
Twenty-eight seconds later, he took his first bite.
Chapter XIII
The Residue of
discovery
The apartment floor creaks from the weight of the Kobe police force, a slew of officers trudge and step in the small section eight development. The sweet onion smell of sweat and the sour stench of death mix
"I don't even know your name. I gotta start being more selective. As a matter of fact, I usually would've set you on fire like your two friends. I felt something different when I fed on you. It's strange, but I saw your memories this time. I wonder if that's how it's gonna be from now on. I get to see and feel what you do. It was never like that when I fed on Tamara, but I think it was for her, because she created me." Hunter rubbed his wrist where Clint fed on him.
"She knew everything I was thinking, what I was feeling. That's why she was so perfect. She anticipated my happiness... and my anger." His remorse was too much for him to bear. He shifted the conversation back to Clint.
"Let's get you put away before anyone starts to fuss about that fire. It's almost out now, but I gotta get home and get to bed. It's been a long night. Suppose it has for the both of us, huh?"
Hunter picked Clint up, threw him over his shoulder, and carried him to shit creek away from the notorious Playboy Tunnel.
"The first time I did this, I wasn't thinkin'. It was mostly for revenge. I think I did better this time, at least a little bit." Hunter climbed down into the creek bed and back up a mountain. "I can already feel your memories coursing through me. I can understand you better than I've understood any human being. Like how you imagine living in a character's shoes from a first person novel.
"No secrets or lies, just pure emotions, and thoughts. I know that you're scared of spiders, and how bad you want to have sex for the first time. That's probably why you tasted different, you've never been with a girl."
They arrived at a cave and walked about a hundred feet into it. The smell of moisture accompanied the cool air.
"I really don't want to leave you Clint, but I gotta get home. You can't know me or you'll expose me. I'm not sure what happens next, but I wish you luck."
* * * * *
For three days Clint went through torturous internal struggle and external pain. He puked until his stomach lining and esophagus ripped to shreds. He couldn't stand or crawl, just cringe and shit himself. His throat burned from the bile. His muscles were tight as drums and continued to scrunch from tension and dehydration.
Then it was over.
The shit stopped splurging and the puke stopped flowing. His body miraculously healed itself. By the end of the third day, Clint was alive again. He felt stronger, focused, but most of all, hungry.
* * * * *
It was a slow night at the Watering Hole when Clint bellied up to the bar. The pretty bartender stopped flirting with a couple hard bodied bikers and stared at Clint.
"You know damn good and well I can't serve you any booze. You need to take your ass home before I call the cops." She laughed and flipped her hair as she turned back to the handsome men.
Clint's sinister urge boiled inside.0
"I was thinking something a bit stronger than a drink honey..."
Twenty-eight seconds later, he took his first bite.
Chapter XIII
The Residue of
discovery
The apartment floor creaks from the weight of the Kobe police force, a slew of officers trudge and step in the small section eight development. The sweet onion smell of sweat and the sour stench of death mix
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