It was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten.
You never forget your first taste, my father had told me. Oh, how right he was. I had tried to resist my instinct, but I couldn’t any longer.
My mouth watered long after the last bite. The monthly helpings of rabbit and fox I had known until now were nothing compared to this. Such succulent meat; not too bony and just the right amount of blood and fat to make it juicy without being heavy. And the crispy skin? Sublime! What a great idea to roast it first! I was lucky not to overcook it. Fires made with the clumsy paws of a wolf have a way of going awry.
As I sucked the last bits of meat off the bones, I heard rustling from afar. Following the call of the moon, I slunk toward the dim light in the distance, careful to stay hidden as the glowing torches came into view. The next sight to meet my eyes made me grin.
Three more foolish humans wandering through the woods, no doubt searching for the first. How predictable.
I licked my lips as I crouched in the shadows, more than ready for a second taste. Tonight I was going to eat very well.
Well, your little story made me grin and go ‘ooh’ all at the same time. I imagine the monthly cycle of events plays a significant part in this? If so, I’m guessing we’re looking at a werewolf – and one who can cook, come to that. (Of course, I could have interpreted this quite wrongly and be way off track.) Great descriptions of the succulent meat and crispy skin. Very well written altogether! 🙂
Haha, thank you! You’re right on point; the story is indeed about a werewolf! Glad you enjoyed the piece! Thanks for reading! 🙂
I thought you wrote it beautifully – very clever.
I am in love with this, and the way you capture these vampirism thoughts. It would make a great novel!
Thank you! This is definitely something I’d consider if I ever decide to start writing horror novels. Glad you enjoyed the story! Thanks for reading! 🙂