Interview 4: Farah the Predator
Don't fuck with me; it's a simple set of instructions necessary to have a happy, healthy life. But honestly that may not be enough, I'm a fickle mistress and a predator, if the mood takes me I will take you.
I'm asked sometimes why I do cut my hair so short, why do I make an effort to appear so androgynous. In my youth my hair was long, beautiful, spun gold that fell to my hips; I often get complaints from dear Contessa for not growing it back, maybe I will one day, but for now I enjoy it. The reason is because it causes confusion in my prey, people are such superficial creatures that a head of hair that superficially may make me look vaguely like a boy causes a noticeable discomfort in the weaker and more narrow minded people I prey upon, whether I'm cutting them open or making love to them, it's just one slight thing that throws people off, just another game to play with them.
That's one of the things I enjoy about being what I am, the ability to change my appearance and my shape to fuck with people while I actually fuck them. Something as small as eye colour, scent, skin tone, and a whole host of wholly superficial aspects is enough to scare and titillate people. That's before I actually show them what I'm capable of; being faster, strong and able to change shape at will makes you incredibly good in bed and saves up a great deal on supplies, why bother with a French tickler when you are a living French tickler, both in the sense that I am a French dominatrix who enjoys tickling my victims and that I can grow a penis with tentacles that is in effect a living French tickler.
What I did to Emily is pretty run of the mill, even as a mortal I was naturally beautiful and predatory, today people would politely call me a gold digger, a more accurate title would be narcissistic sociopath. Of all the girls I don't mind saying I'm the bread winner, after all this place doesn't just play for itself; all of us do our part to some extent, Devana sometimes works as a hit woman, Veronica does some part time management of local brothels as well as her own escort work, Regina negotiates and makes deals and networks and my dear Contessa as always teaches piano, what she actually does with the students when they're alone is anyone's guess.
As for me, I hunt as always; this city has no end of the wealthy, and the wealthy have no end of prey. Rich families produce two kinds of people, predators and prey, and I am the tigress stalking them from the reeds, I enjoy the flesh of the young and helpless most of all. There's a very famous joke called the Aristocrats, the setup is that a family comes into a talent agent's office and tell him they've got a great act, at which point you start spouting off the vilest, disgusting, reprehensible and titillating things your imagination can possibly fathom; after that's done the talent agent says 'that's one hell of an act, what do you call it?' The family responds 'the Aristocrats.' Nothing is more terrifying, reprehensible, dangerous and vile in this world than people born into wealth and luxury with too much time and money on their hands, I should know after I am one.
What Devana mentioned as a one off experiment I have perfected to a fine art, I've even worked up a procedure, I may one day write a manual not to help people but to expose other predators like myself just to thin out the herd and make it easier to deal with life without the competition. I can afford the patience required to groom my prey, I am after all immortal, thus I can afford to invest my time in the long con; just as I and my Contessa were so willing to fall into the grasp of Venus and Tristan, so too are there more than enough lambs ready for the slaughter, whether predator or prey one thing is for certain is that the quest for power and wealth leaves one empty, seeking real companionship and love and fulfilment, and it is in that emptiness that a snake such as myself can sneak in, all the armour and money and weapons in the world can't hide the fact that the greatest and more easily exploited weakness all humans have is the heart.
That's why I am so thankful to be undead, playing defensive is a self-defeating strategy, only offense can guarantee success because even if it is only through attrition everyone tires, everyone falls prey to entropy, and in that moment of weakness lives are ruined, monsters thrive, canyons are carved through drops of rain. That'll never happen to me though, I will never tire, never get old, never fall victim again, I am and always will be the predator, I will always be the Domina of this world; in the Jewish Talmud Satan isn't God's enemy, he is God's servant, playing the role of the monster down below to punish those God sees fit to punish. The delicious thing here is that God set it all up in advance, he gave people free will, thoughts and feelings and sets up the world and their own minds and bodies in a way where they have no choice but to fall prey to the devil, a world of endless playthings, now that's my kind of religion, the kind that Regina will bring about.
Now that your appetite has been wetted and your imaginations properly titillated, let me tell you the story of one such lonely little boy I preyed upon. Once upon a time there was a rich family, two repressible parents, three miniature sociopaths and one kind hearted little lamb, I find hearts are the tastiest parts. It wasn't hard to make friends with the family, Regina didn't advertise her presence to the public but she was seen in public, to the world of the living she was seen in the circles of high society, no one knew her name they just knew her a person who knows people, and that makes her an extremely valuable commodity as a networker. What is more valuable to social ladder climbers than the ladder itself?
The role of governess is like a second skin, a well-practiced skill so ingrained in muscle memory that I could pass for the role more so than an actual governess. Piano lessons are always a good way to get close to a child, long term interaction and lessons required to learn in depth skills is a good way to isolate a child, learn about them, gain their trust and then use that as a means to seduce and dominate them.
The little lamb was as I expected, small and soft, weak and naïve, and starved for love and attention, he wanted someone to mother him and while I wasn't Vanessa or Regina who were actually willing and able to provide such nurturing, but I am good enough at faking such things. A kind word here, a soft sweet whisper there, a little rubbing, a little tickling, it takes very little effort to seduce a lonely child, like giving scraps to hungry dog he saw the tiniest trickle of affection and to him it was the whole world.
The family in question was shit show to put it plainly, self-destructive narcissism, endless drama, a whole group of disgusting and reprehensible people attacking and back biting each other, like the only way they could ever interact with other people was to make themselves the centre of a drama of their own creation. No morals, no conscious, the most rotten of the rotten, to be honest I liked preying on people like that, the rotten and the innocent alike appeal to me, the innocent because there is nothing that tickles the sadist in me quite like preying upon the pure, and the rotten because there's nothing more fun than pulling the rug from under someone who thinks they're playing the puppet master of their own little fiefdom.
Am I projecting or perhaps playing out some kind of little psychodrama where I am recreating my own fall at the hands of Venus? Yes but so what of it?
