Eat Me

ChapterThirteen

JustinPOV

The petite girl snored ever so softly behind me; her small body curled up, making the mattress look giant in comparison. I had gone too far. Took too much. She had been out of it now for hours and the sun had already started its descent. I sat, perched at the end of the bed, leaning my elbows on my knees. It was still too light outside for me to leave, unless I planned on meeting my maker, something I hadn't been too against, until today.

At least I saved her from one monster, me being the lesser of two evils. There was no doubt in my mind what would have happened had I not intervened. And I enjoyed it; enjoyed the strong smell of his fear in the air when he realised what I would do to him, enjoyed the way his body so easily broke, enjoyed her.

The hustle and bustle on the streets outside did nothing to disturb her slumber, but I personally couldn't stand the polluted, densely populated filth outside. This was another reason why I didn't frequent the human parts of town as much as a lot of the other supernatural type beings.

Humans.

However, this one, I would be back for. One taste of her would never be enough.

I walked around her place, looking for some sign of this 'Warren' guy. If he were to walk in on me moving around her apartment whilst she was passed out in the bedroom, let's just say it would be an easy and pleasant kill. At least, for me anyway.

When the sun had completely disappeared, I took one last look at the girl whose magnificent taste still clung to my tongue. I was beginning to despise myself for the strange unhealthy attachment I had towards her. Our small string of sentences barely spanned ten minutes in total, yet I was hooked.

It was her blood... definitely her blood.

"Until next time, little one." I stroked a loose strand of hair from her forehead.

I grabbed her ruined clothes on my way out, so I could dispose of them when I got home. There were too many questions for her already, without adding the stained clothes on her living room floor.

Once again, the streets were almost empty, exactly how I liked it. Curtains were being closed and the faint sound of doors being locked could be heard amongst the silence. I guess some people were smart enough to hide away when the sun had set. I, on the other hand, was still full from drinking from Cas, so there wasn't a hunt left in me.

The unmistakable hiss of the feline variety barreled towards me as my feet hit the curb. The miniature fangs bared by this little, black ball of fluff resembled a baby version of my own, making me laugh. Animals knew the difference between human and otherwise, but this wasn't one of those reactions. After circling me, it climbed the stoop to Cas' door, sitting proudly like a lion rather than an insignificant cat.

"You've gotta be fu*king kidding me," I laughed, "you plan on revealing yourself tonight or do you intend on dragging this on?"

A f*cking shifter.

Another hiss confirmed whoever was hiding in their animal form wouldn't be changing back anytime soon. But, whoever it was, wasn't a threat. Could this be Warren?

"Listen, man, I've got better things to do than slaughter a little kitty cat tonight." There was no fun in killing that easy. Besides, if it was Warren, a part of me was hoping Cassy would witness his demise, so I could see what emotions she were harboring for the guy.

I turned and continued my walk towards Moonlight. If Cas' friend from the other night wasn't there, I was sure to get the information I needed from Izzy.

As soon as I stepped foot in the door, I was offered a tall, slender redhead to feed from. The bounce in her curls and the sway of her hips told me she hadn't been fed on tonight. There was too much life in her. Her eyes sparkled with intent. Now, if I hadn't already eaten possibly the best meal of my undead life, I would have already been sinking myself inside her, in more ways than one. Yet after Cassy, it would be like swapping fine wine for dog sh*t.

Under the somewhat seedy dim red and white lighting, Izzy appeared from the backroom. No doubt she too had been feeding. When a tattooed skinhead in his early twenties staggered out behind her, it was obvious feeding wasn't the only thing they had been doing. It was slim pickings when it came to finding someone your own age when you had been dead this long.

The redhead sauntered closer, running her manicured hands through her hair to lift it off her neck. Her bite marks had long since healed, which made sense why I hadn't seen her here before. Either she had an arrangement with someone or she was getting fed off elsewhere.

"Like what you see?" Izzy called over. The redhead slowly turned, giving me a show of her tight body in her little black dress.

"Not why I'm here, Iz."

"Oh sweetie, why the long face? She's perfect for you." And she was. Maybe I could play with her later.

"I'm looking for someone." I walked past the redhead, giving her a double look as I passed. I was already picturing her full lips around me.

Izzy kept a ledger of who her girls were in the office. It had details about ages, s****l preferences, blood types, diseases - all the things someone might want to know before choosing a girl. And if you had a mark on your record for going against Izzy's rules or trying something stupid like dousing yourself in holy water to take one of us out, all living relatives and known associates were listed as a precaution.

"Someone in particular, I'm guessing. Well, let's get the old ledger out then." She followed me to her office, watching me get comfortable on her long leather sofa. That all too familiar leather coated book slammed down on the desk; the weight of it proof of how many girls Iz had working for her over the years.

"Are you looking for someone recent or am I going to have to go digging in the safe for the older files?" She raised a perfectly shaped brow at me.

"Definitely recent." I paused, running a hand over my beard. "The other night, I met a girl-"

"I'm sure you did," she laughed, interrupting me and flipping open the ledger.

"It's not like that. She's... different. Let's just leave it at that. Anyway, a friend of hers who was with her mentioned seeing me here, and I need your help tracking her down."

"Well, well, well, this girl must be pretty different for you to go to this much trouble." Curiosity was written all over her face. Even she knew it wasn't like me to be doing something like this, and we went back a good hundred years or so. I didn't want to tell her about Cassy though, I wanted her all to myself. There wouldn't be anything left for me if someone else found out how perfect she tastes. How perfect she is.

For now, the little information I shared, the better.

I moved to the desk, flipping through the most recent pages in the ledger. Blondes with big breasts, curvy ebony-skinned beauties, pasty Gothic girls, all listed in the book, all dated within the last three months. I skimmed through page after page. A lot of these girls I'd fed on before. It wasn't until page thirty when I finally found her.

Beverly Kingsman. A twentysix year old estate agent living in a one-bedroom flat on Hillside Crescent. No diseases. Blood type O positive.

At least with an address I had somewhere to start.

"Any luck?" Izzy asked, her attention more on the phone now in her hands than on the matter at present.

The attention span on this one.

I flipped the book round to face her, leaning both palms on the desk either side of it. My dirty blonde hair fell loosely over my face as I looked down to meet Izzy's gaze; smoothing it back in one swift movement.

"Got her."

A small smirk graced her lips. "Mm, that girl is something straight out of a teenage boy's wet dream. Usually, Nathan secures her when he comes in. It might do you some good talking to him about her."

Nathan. Be it a choice of meeting the sun or making nice with him, I'd choose the former every time.

Izzy knew it too. Continuously, she would try to put us together with the same girl only to get a rise out of one of us - primarily me.