Electronic music blasted throughout the club, digging deep into everyone's brain, infecting them with a need to dance. Scantily clad women twisted their bodies in time to the music in the pulsating lights. Men happily watched them, and the lucky ones even got to grind against their bodies. Weed, cigarrettes, booze, sweat, and sex permeated the atmosphere, an intoxicating aroma. Everyone enjoyed themselves, blissfully unaware of the monster which stalked the club.
He sat at the bar, calmly sipping his beer, surveying the crowd. Anyone paying attention to him would have seen a tall, young, reasonably attractive man with green eyes, short, black hair, wearing a black leather jacket over a tight white shirt, loose jeans, and black Converse. None would have noticed the hideous monster which lurked in his mind. None would have guessed that he searched for more than a good lay tonight.
He clapped his eyes on a tall, pale blonde. Short skirt, black haltertop, and tall, black boots indicated she was on the hunt. She had no idea that the man swaggering over to her was also on a hunt of his own. Their eyes met; he flashed a charming smile. She smiled back. He cast the bait, and she bit. They both knew the rest, the chit-chat, the sly joke, the close dancing, was all merely a formality at this point. The only real dilemma was figuring out to whose home they would go.
Their tongues were already in each other's mouths as they left the club. In his car, his hand immediately went down her skirt; hers returned the favor. They both sighed and moaned for the duration of the ride. They hurried into his apartment, falling onto his bed and onto each other.
"Hang on; I gotta do something in the other room," he gasped between kisses. He went to the kitchen, just as he had countless times before. He thought of how she would scream if she could see the blood which invisibly stained the bed, walls, and floor of his bedroom. He smiled to himself, knowing he would hear screams soon, regardless of what she knew. He oped the drawer, pulling out a long, shining butcher's knife. He slid the blade against the tip of his index finger. This blade he kept sharp, just for nights like this, and it immediately drew blood as it bit into his flesh. The pain and sight of his own blood aroused him; his excitement almost reached the level it does when he first cuts into his victims. The excitement which makes his pants wet and satisfies him much more than sex does.
He stood at the doorway, staring at her, grinning; he held the knife behind his back. He failed to notice that, while his smile made every other girl at this point uneasy, she simply returned it. He also failed to notice that her grin was every bit as sinister as his.
"What are you waiting for? Get over here; I can't wait to sink my teeth into you," her voice carried with as much a hungry as seductive tone. He continued to grin as he slowly brought the knife to his side, visible now. Her eyes darted towards if for just a moment, and focused again upon him, as if the movement caught her attention more than the blade itself. She continued to smile. His own smile faltered, and turned into a look of worry. Something was very obviously wrong.
"Like I said, I can't wait to sink my teeth into you, if you'll pardon my lousy pun," her voice now was hoarse, raspy, and preternaturally low. She opened wide her mouth, revealing all her teeth, which rapidly grew and sharpened. He dropped his knife. He wanted to run, to scream, but fear and shock gripped into him, digging their hooks into him, holding him frozen and mute. She growled, a guttural, animalistic sound, and leapt at him. Her jaws clamped onto his windpipe; her teeth tore through his flesh. She jerked her head viciously to the side, ripping out his throat. She gulped down that chunk of meat as he fell to his knees, gurgling and choking, hands clasped onto the remnants of his neck as it spurted blood. He looked up at her. She smiled, blood staining her lips and chin, and then dove onto his face, crunching through his cheekbones and skull, swallowing whole each chunk she tore from him, until nothing remainde of his head. She then removed his shirt, ripped open his stomach and chest, cracking open his ribs, and ate her fill of all his organs.
She finished quickly, walking away smiling, leaving behind a picked-through carcass.
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