Chapter 1: Flight 22

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Chapter 1: Flight 22

Asmy

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"Been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces."

~Kali Uchis

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The screeching noise of the alarm woke me up as I sat up with a groan. My brain was pounding in my head and the light seeping in through the open curtains made me want to hide under my covers. I sighed, accidentally placing my hand on the sticky sheets making me retract it quickly. I looked down at the mess as memories of last night came rushing back.

The club, the stranger, the hunger, the lust.

I looked over to my right to see the naked handsome stranger from last night. Bite marks all over his body leaving a bloody mess. My eyes closed as I remembered the delicious flavor of lust, like rich wine sitting on my tongue, and the chocolate taste of his fear. A perfect combination if I say so myself.

He thought it was just going to be a nice fuck, he never expected to die in the process. But I definitely enjoyed it.

Giving one last look at that handsome face I got up and smashed that infernal device making that noise. Satisfied with the silence I took off my soiled garments and walked naked to the shower. I stopped at the body-length mirror taking in what I saw.

Once I literally crawled out of hell, my essence seemed to take the form of a female human in her mid 20's. Red curls up to my waist, the amber color of my essence as my iris, pink plump lips. My fair skin, currently stained by blood, with a body that can quite literally kill. Nothing like the form I took last time, there was no package hanging from my pelvis and the mounds of fat that I adored were now on my own body. I squeezed them, pleased to find out how soft and big they are compared to my hands. But those legs... they need some tweaking.

Satisfied with this female form and few adjustments to tone my legs, I hopped into the shower. I lathered up my body with these fragrances humans have grown so fond of and saw as the crystal clear water turned red like one the plague. After being there a little too long my body started to prune up and I got out of the shower not bothering to dry myself up.

A knock sounded from the other side of the door and I could hear the soft beat of the person.

"Housekeeping." a young female who couldn't be any older than me opened the door.

I heard the door close as she walked into the room and let out a shriek that was music to my ears. The smell of chocolate teased my nostrils as her fear quickly escalated when she looked over to me.

I flashed her a wicked smile and she quickly turned to run to the door, her blond ponytail tempting me to pull her back and slice her throat. 

So I did just that.

Just as she was about to open the door, I grabbed her by her blond mane pulling her back towards me. A spark of my own lust ignited but smelled nothing but fear from her. Her body was paralyzed by my touch as I felt a trickle of something on my leg, I rolled my eyes, and speaking in my native tongue I invoked my precious dagger and turned the blond to face me. I gave her a taunting kiss on the lips and slice her throat open making a bloody mess. A wet gurgle was the last thing she emitted before her body when limp.

I inhaled the last chocolatey essence of fear she gave off satisfying one of my pangs of hunger and let her drop like a rag doll. I licked the dagger to clean off her blood only to spit it out.

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