"Mm. Not enough. I need more."
I grunted as I lifted my mouth from the body beneath me. The warm sustenance rolled down my chin as I leaned back on my hands.
The once white sheets now stained with such a beautiful color.
R. E. D.
I flicked my attention to a sudden creek I could hear through the ceiling. I swung my legs over the bed, and the moment my boot made contact with the floor boards I silently dashed out of the bedroom and up the stairs.
Dust particles that were faintly illuminated by a light coming from down the hall, were quickly washed out by steam filling the air. The sound of water danced in the air as I made my approach.
I remained out of view, just on the other side of the threshold. Listening.
I could hear a woman let out a light moan as the hot water cascaded down her body. Taking that as my signal to step in, I leaned in the doorway.
She took a deep breath and trilled her lips.
I was immediately intrigued.
She's a singer.
The sound emanating from her was grander than anything that had touched my ears in centuries. No words, just pure emotion twirling with every note that kissed the air.
I carefully approached, quietly closed the porcelain throne's lid, and took a seat. The aroma of sweet Gladiolous joined the sad melody in tandem.
As she went up an octave, I could feel saliva flooding my mouth. I wanted to feed on her, but her voice sent a tingling up my spine that I haven't felt in my life time.
How could something other than hunting stimulate my nervous system like this?
I could see her fingers reaching toward the ceiling, just above the curtain rod. They swayed in circles before disappearing and loudly slapping her legs. Her pitch dropped significantly, accompanied by the occasional sob.
Soon, the scent of blood tickled my nose, disrupting the enticing scent of flowers. I covered my nose and mouth and leaned back slightly. In doing so, I could just barely see her holding a small blade through the curtain to wall space.
She dropped the knife and ran her thin fingers over the cut she made. Then, she tapped her bloodied fingers together and watched the red settle between them. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she reached to grasp the faucet.
"A delicacy," I said aloud while I vanished back into the hall.
The shower halted, and the curtain flung open.
She threw on a towel, "Was that in my head?"
As I slipped into the single bedroom nearby, I could hear the slow and subtle splish of water that followed her feet.
while sliding under the bed, my body pressed a growling creature against the wall. I immediately made eye contact; it was a short-haired tabby cat. I grasped it by the back of its neck.
Calm.
The cat's ears unfolded and its fur relaxed.
I'm going to borrow your eyes for a moment.
As the cat's ear ears twitched, it curled their paws inward and begin to purr.
I closed my eyes, flinching lightly with the neural connection.
Good Kitty.
YOU ARE READING
Vocal Delicacy
Vampire"Pleasure to meet you, my name is Ambrose. This is the story of my most delectable hunt. It wasn't her blood that satisfied my hunger, but her most mystifyingly melodic talent." In a world ran by a corrupt continental council, A centuries old vampir...
