Bloodlust

Monster

I woke up at 5:34 PM, an aching hunger feeling like knives stabbing into my abdomen. Groaning, I forced myself into a sitting position before getting to my feet. My stomach roared with the fury of a tiger causing me to cringe, my body aching from having to sleep on the ground. After looking down at my torn and stained jeans I wiped the dirt and leaves off in disgust. Serves me right for sleeping outside with no protection, but it's not like I had anywhere else to go. I heard the trees rustling above me, bringing me to full awareness of my surroundings.

How in hell did I think sleeping in the woods was a good idea? I scanned all around me, not missing a single detail. Just a lot of trees for the most part, a few birds twittering and flying to different branches. Oh, and of course the ever so comfortable dirt and leaves I had the joy of sleeping on. Fuck that, never again. I glanced around again to be sure I was in a safe place, basking in the last bit of warmth from the sun as it began it's decent, before deciding to leave the area in search of food. I was starving, having not ate anything in 2 days. But oh well, I've had it worse before.

I walked for what seemed like forever, my only guess to the time being the setting sun. It was starting to get dark, I was starting to become more aware and alert. Stopping to listen for any possible sound indicating civilization, I closed my eyes in concentration. The sound of cars in the distance drew a grin on my face. Speeding up my pace, I followed the sound, hoping it would lead me to a town, a city, literally anything of which contained food. Disappointment hit me like a brick when I found the sound leading to a mere house at the side of a road. I groaned in annoyance before trudging to the house.

It looked... plain. Brown roof, brick walls. It was relatively small, but likely big enough to house a small family. As long as it had food in it I didn't give a damn. I snuck towards a window that had dim lighting and peaked inside. The light source came from a stove light, and ad I checked the rest of the windows it seemed apparent to me that whoever lived in here was likely asleep. A garage was connected to one side of the house, so using my strength I pulled the front sliding door up, just enough for me to crawl under, and as quietly as I could closed it again. I had a strong feeling the door connecting the garage to the rest of the house was left unlocked, and was delighted to find my intuition right.

Quietly opening and closing the door behind me, I turned to find myself in a family room. Deer heads were hung up on the wall and a men's magazine laid on a coffee table. You poor person with your terrible taste in decoration. I snuck closer to a shelf, which had several family pictures resting on it. As I had thought, a small family. I returned my focus to my original goal, to find food and get the fuck out of here. Following the light from the kitchen stove, I snuck into the kitchen and looked around. I found a small bag and figured I would take it and use it to carry whatever I could fit in it. Opening a cabinet, I greedily took cereal, granola bars and jerky before turning to the fridge and taking leftover meat in a container, carrots, strawberries, and pepperjack cheese. With a little room left, I found a few water bottles and stuck them in my bag but was halted midprocess. My senses sharpened as my eyes widened in shock. I had heard a scream, and it was no ordinary scream. It was a scream of agony.

I heard more screams, now not just from a woman but from a man as well. In a panic I found a closet and hid myself in it, carefully setting my bag down behind me. Among the screams I heard laughter. A blood curdling, maniacal laugh that continued even after the screams stopped. I slowed my breathing significantly and forcefully tried to call my speeding heart. My main focus was staying alive at this point, with or without food. I heard footsteps echo throughout the house, coming closer to the kitchen before to my relief passing my hiding place and exiting the house out the front door, slamming the door shut.

I waited for a few minutes before opening the closet door and grabbing my bag of food. I was about to leave when I smelled something intoxicating. My mouth began to water as a strong urge filled my body. I dropped my bag gently and followed the aroma, my urge nearly controlling me. Standing in a doorway to a bedroom, I saw a crime scene. A couple with their throats slit and multipule stab wounds with writing on the way. But I didn't care what the bloody writing said. I had just found my perfect meal.