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The Eater of Souls

(Story I made for my school magazine. Enjoy ^^)

James knocked on the heavily bolted door once. As he waited, he studied the familiar dirty sign that hung crookedly on a broken nail by the side of the door that stated “Bridal Shop” in faded letters. He smiled at its irony. Eventually, there was a loud scrape as a small panel slid open to reveal two dark eyes.

“Customer 112AR. I’ve got a tab.”

The eyes blinked once, and the panel slid closed. He heard a few clanks, and the door opened slightly. A gloved hand held out a plain brown package.

“Payment.”

James reached into his pocket, and fished out an envelope. Another hand popped out of the doorway, and took it, flicking it open with a thumb. The hand disappeared, and after James took his package, the first hand went back into the shadows and the door slammed shut. James walked out of the alley, to the taxi waiting on the curb. He got in, and the taxi started down the empty street. The streetlights illuminated his face with their passing, making his face flicker in the cab.

“Where are we going again, sir?”
“15 Ridge.”
“Right, right.”

James fingered the box with a hand, tracing its top with the tips of his fingers. Oh, how long he had waited. The hunger was nearly incapacitating. He had to make himself stay still. He concentrated on how he would soon be satiated.

“Here we are, sir. Twenty eight credits please.”

James shoved a fifty on the front passenger seat, and got out of the cab as fast as he could. He went inside the townhouse without looking back.

He sprinted to his room in a second, tearing the box open in another. A pill the size of a sixteen ounce bottle lay nestled in a pillow of foam. On a card to its side, spidery cursive instructed to place the pill in a large tub of water, and to apply three drops of blood. James ignored it as he snatched up the pill, and stalked off to his bathroom. His bath soon was filled with steaming water. Hot water made it change faster. He dropped the pill in, and watched briefly as it immediately began to squirm. He fumbled blindly for his razor by the sink, and knelt by the tub. Carefully slicing his thumb, he squeezed three drops of crimson blood into the tub. They settled on the surface for a split second, before dropping through the water like three red bombs, to be sucked up by the pill. The pill expanded to twice its size, and the water spiraled into a whirlpool. As the water line became lower, the pill grew larger. Five squirming appendages jutted out of it.

James walked out of the room at that point. He didn’t know if he could gather enough restraint for the harvesting. He knew he shouldn’t let himself get so hungry, but he’d been low on credits last month, and he had to skip a pill. In a matter of minutes though, he could hear breathing in the bathroom. He walked slowly back, stopping at the door, and took in the sight that met him there. The fully developed woman lay in the tub, spectacularly naked. They had lavished upon her the curves of a goddess. Her long lashes rested on her full cheeks.

“Hello, my sweet.”

He watched her eyes flick open to reveal two deep, black, soulful windows. James could only just notice the ring of hazel. Her pupils were fully dilated. He noticed her rapid breathing then, the heaving of her chest. Her wavy black hair was a shiny, wet, waterfall that fell around her body, and her golden skin glistened with water droplets.

His breathing caught, and he stalked forward slowly. She sat up in the tub, innocent and trusting as the newborn always is. He grabbed her arm, and yanked her out of the tub, pressing her close to him. A silent whoosh of air escaped her perfect lips; a reaction to her first experience of pain. He backed up against the sink, keeping her close. She didn’t know how to walk yet, and she wouldn’t be able to support herself. He opened the sink’s drawer, and fished out a fletchet, transferring it to his free hand.

He traced the knife along her jaw line, and watched her shiver. He let it trail down her neck, her collarbone, her breastbone, as he backed into his bedroom. She leaned against him willingly, not realizing what was in store for her. She had the mind of a toddler, as they all did in the beginning.

She kept falling down regardless of his grip, so he put his fletchet in the hand that supported her back, and slipped the free hand around her thigh, hitching her leg around his waist, lightly gripping her with his fingers digging into her supple skin. She gave a mew of discomfort, unused to the sudden pain and pleasure. He backed into the bed, and flipped around, so that her knees leaned into the bedside. He threw her down onto it, where she cringed, turning onto her back. He jumped onto her then, so she lay imprisoned between his knees. He took his fletchet, and pressed lightly at the base of her neck, leaving a line of red which dripped in little rivulets. She squeaked in protest, and arched her back in pain. James’ pupils flared, his eyes turned completely black.

Over the next half hour, he covered her body in lines of red, reveling in her screams, her whimpers, and her wordless pleadings, and her odd pleasure when he licked her wounds. But he grew weary of making her feel pain, and felt his hunger spike again. He deemed she’d had enough suffering to expose what he intended to feast on, and so he pressed his body against hers, feeling her bare skin and wet blood against his bare chest. In his sadistic frenzy, he’d torn off his shirt.

He stroked her cheek gently, and she flinched at his touch slightly. He smiled benignly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and lowered his lips to hers, tasting the blood that lingered in her mouth, kissing her so tenderly he could feel her bewilderment at this new treatment. This was his goodbye.

As he kissed her, he pressed his fletchet deep into her chest with one hand, the other hand stroking her waist. He pressed harder, and kissed harder, as she began to squirm in pain. Her eyes were open, shining with tears that left glistening rivulets on her cheeks. She managed a strangled scream against his mouth. James pressed the fletchet further and further, and as the light in her eyes began to dim, he detached from her swollen moth, and pried her flesh apart, gripping the sides of his incision. The girl shrieked, louder and louder as he managed to rip enough parts of her to encase her heart in his hand. He lifted it up, to reveal a silvery, dim light glowing faintly behind her heart. He plucked it out, and the girl’s shrieks died instantly, her taut and arched body gone limp, and the life gone from her beautiful eyes. He eyed the light hungrily, and shoved it into his mouth, licking his crimson fingers as he swallowed.

The girl’s body began to shrivel; sucking up the blood on the duvet along its way, till all that was left was what looked like a shriveled ear. James picked it up, and threw it in the trash can. Not willing to let things spill over like this month, he picked up his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart. There was a ring, and then there was a beep, telling him to leave a message.

“This is customer 112AR. I’d like to make an order for next month…”