The Scottish Roommate
His phone rang. “Before I answer this, give me a hug.” When we embraced, I could feel our souls collide.
For two of the same to come together in touch was simply amazing. I did not have the same feelings with Granthrax, and I knew it. “Don’t answer the phone,” I whispered breathily into his ear.
The enamel in my mouth felt like it was turning liquid, my molars lessening, while my canines grew in size. Teeth forming into the similar structure of a cat, I could feel his formation changing merely by an osmosis of sorts. This was the one who had guided me all along, so wouldn’t I stay faithful with him?
With a flick of the wrist, his phone slammed Granthrax in the eye. As he reached for his head with the instinct of pain, he tried to duck, but his reactions were not as fast as ours. Gracefully pouncing, me on one side and my new boy on the other, our teeth tore in simultaneously.
Granthrax seemed to be growing even hairier than I had recalled, and he had a sudden burst of energy that attempted to fling us off of him. Growling howls erupted from his throat. With a large hair-covered paw, he attempted to pull my boy off of him.
Still sucking like a baby while the boys played power struggle, my nails grew into curled points. This was like a cat versus dog fight, so I reached up and scratched through the flesh of Granthrax’s nose, which had extended into a snout. He yelped in response, while I purred and continued to suck, digging my claws into the flesh of his neck and chest like a kitten kneading when sucking milk.
Taking my lead, my beau picked up his head for a moment, glared Granthrax in the eye and pounded a fist deep within his chest, pulling out his still-beating heart. Offering it to me, I bit into the delicacy on one side, while he devoured the other side. When our mouths met in the middle, we dropped the deflated remains of the heart and kissed, letting blood flow from one mouth to the other, sucking down the last remains as a shower of blood poured on us from the hole in Granthrax’s chest.
“I never quite understood you, my little Beables,” he pulled away from me. “What were you doing hanging out with a smelly werewolf? I mean, seriously, you would’ve rather stayed with a stinky dog than with me?”
My eyes looked down to the ground like a little girl who had been found coloring on the walls with a crayon. “Well, I just thought it was my only choice. You had…”
“I told you,” he shook his head with a laugh, “she’s only 18, which is great for bragging rights. When it comes down to it though, 18 is 18, and I don’t need to live my life like that. I’d rather live my life with you, as I’ve already seen how you are and lived with you for months; you’ve passed my test.”
“So what are you going to do about…” He cut me off and waived his hand in my face. Looking deep into my eyes, he cooed.
“You mean the girl who calls out other guys’ names while we’re having sex? You mean the girl who was talking shit to a dealer about me just so she could get her fix? You mean to ask what I have to do about that girl?”
He wouldn’t let me look away. “Think of it now. We both had red hair and freckles, so if we would have had children, they never would have had a chance.”
His fingers twirled my bloody blonde hair, and he pulled me close, settling comfortably into the corpse on the couch. “The only question you should be asking yourself is what I should be doing with this girl right here. Do you want to go to Memphis, stay here in New Orleans or simply go fuck in the shower?”
“How ‘bout we fuck in the shower, sneak into the Audubon Zoo, make fun of the monkeys, then go fuck under the Tree of Death? Maybe in the morning we can figure out the rest of the details. I know you said you needed to go see your family in Memphis, and I’ve never really hung out there for long, so I’m not opposed to that either.”
“How ‘bout if we just fuck right here on your ol’ werewolf buddy? That sounds like fun to me,” his hands fumbled for my pants. “When we’re done, then we’ll have another round in the shower and so forth.”
Looking up at him and smiling, I made my hand extend back into claws, slicing down Granthrax’s body from stem to stern. Organs oozed out on us, creating a slippery surface sexier than baby oil. He laid me back into Granthrax’s empty chest cavity, sloshing around and soaked in blood, while licking the red stains between my legs.
I never knew how much fun it could be to let the real me take visible shape, allow myself to feel the pleasure of other’s pains. The best part was that I had somebody to share the sensation with, someone who would not only guide me but let me learn my lessons for myself. Someone who would stand by my side and not in my way.
After an exhilarating few rounds, we stalked through Audubon Park on our way to the Zoo, scaring up a couple for dessert. Acting so nice, like we were lost and looking for direction, he took the girl’s hand, while I let the guy take my hand, pulling them both into our bodies and gutting out their necks. Throwing them into the canal, scaring the sleeping ducks with the splash, we continued onward to the Zoo and The Fly, having sex alongside the Mississippi River and under the Tree of Death, how fitting.
Slowly, we slipped away from our alternate realities and lived lives like true vampires, hunting for sport while holding elegant positions in society. In Memphis, we were welcomed with open arms, and when the hurricane hit, all we could do was simply think of how many could have been dinner, what a feeding frenzy it would have been to have been down there. Alas, we became comfortable in the Tennessee culture and carried on the way we should have done from the start, when I first felt him call for me in Florida.
THE END
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