"Didn't you drive out on thirty-three last night?" Marie asked Danielle during breakfast the next morning as she spread butter across the top of her toasted bagel?
"Yes, why do you ask?" answered Danielle still feeling full from the nice dinner.
"Well it looks like Ben had an accident on that road last night." She slid the morning paper across the table to Danielle. On the front cover was a story about him. Danielle didn't need to read it. She already knew what it said. As quiet as a kitten she accepted the newspaper and scanned the article. It was possible she'd be moving on faster then she wanted too. Death wasn't a good thing in a small town like this. But he'd been so hungry, she'd been so hungry and he had tasted so good.
The picture of him wasn't very appealing. She knew he was nude under that sheet. His clothes were laying in ripped up pieces behind the billboard. She was sure they had not mention that to the press. Images of his seduction danced in her mind, but only for a few minutes. Her mouth watered for just one more drop from him. However, she knew it wasn't coming.
"Please," he'd begged her, "please let me fuck you. I promise my lady that I won't cum in your pussy. I'll only cum when your mouth surrounds me. I want you to have every drop of cum I have...I...." The image of him down on the ground on his knees begging her like the dog he was amused her.
She slid the paper across the table to Marie and tried to look sad. She took another sip of her now cold coffee and stood. The poor bastard had been a good fuck. She'd let him fuck her most of the night drinking all of his cum each time he cried out to spill it...
"I've got to get going," she said quickly and slipped her cup in the sink as she headed towards the kitchen door. Images of last night would only make her hungry again and she couldn't afford another death so close to the first one.
"Bill says we've got a wedding reception to set-up in one of the party rooms. It starts tonight promptly at nine."
She twisted the door handle and pulled it open. Over her shoulder she called out:
"Don't expect me until way after midnight Aunt Marie."
"Loves yea," she tossed out as she quickly walked out the kitchen door. She was relieved that was over.
"Pumpkin," called out her Uncle, as she pulled her car door open. "You be careful driving on thirty-three today. There's a nut out there just looking for a cutie like you to slay."
"Uncle Ben, you're always so good to me," she called back, came back to the door to give him a kiss on his grizzly cheek. "But the nut is after men, not women." She smiled at him and her eyes danced with laughter.
"A nut is a nut," pointed out her uncle and winked at his wife who agreed with a nod of her head from behind the paper in the kitchen.
"I'll be careful!" she assured him. The killer wouldn't be searching for her. She smiled to herself unless she was planning to drive off the room and commit suicide.
Danielle slammed the door shut and backed out of the driveway. The only nut she'd see on thirty-three today were the fools looking for the murderer. He'd begged her to die. How was that murder?
People just didn't make any since anymore. Eating was all she really understood anymore. Her life was all about moving, hunting and feeding. She was a predator. They just didn't know it. Wasn't that what life was really all about anyway? Never get close to a man; she'd learned that early in life. Feelings would only hurt you and love...well love was something only fools did. Love was for suckers. Anyone could say I love you. Those were only words, and wasn't love just words?
She pulled her car into an empty employee's parking space and adjusted her review mirror so that she could check out her make-up. She wanted to look nice for Bill; why she didn't know, but it was important to look nice..
Another car pulled into the space beside hers and Josie climbed out. She was one of the girls responsible for hosting the reception tonight, and she'd came in to make sure set-up went as planned. Then she'd be gone for a few hours to rest. Just before the party started, she'd return so that her watchful eye could oversee the party.
Danielle glanced at her from the corner of her eye. It was too bad she didn't drink women. She always stalked her victims before she went in for the kill. She didn't like Josie, because she reminded her of the head cheerleader from high school. The one the boys always wanted to date. To her they were one in the same as personalities go.
Josie closed the door of her car and moved toward the buildings back doors. Her shapely legs and dark tan were the envy of all the other girls who worked here. She clicked her compact shut and laid it down on the seat next to her. She licked her lips in anticipation of tonight's feeding. She'd never tried to take out a girl before. Her eyes flashed in anger realizing that she had no control of them as she did men. She watched the door close. Anger lit up her eyes. The time was coming that she'd take care of Josie. It just wasn't tonight.
The music from the club greeted her ears just as soon as she opened the door. It was loud! She could feel her insides pausing with the beat of the drums. The singer's had loud voices. Live music was like that. She treasured it, because it always helped her hide in a large crowd and it helped her to feel more than just the reactions of the people around her.
