My fangs bared against warm flesh.
I felt the almost instant blood flowing from that fresh wound and I began to suckle on that exposed neck.
My victim didn't scream or cry, much to my displeasure. They only whimpered and sobbed quietly.
No, that wouldn't do at all. I needed to be entertained, lest I don't enjoy my meal and this death was all for nothing.
A single digit was all I needed to make my food scream in pain.
My nail digging straight into their belly-button, I smiled against their skin, now.
"Much better," I chuckled lowly as I lapped up the remaining blood from my victim's neck.
I took one last look at my now shrivelled, dry looking detainee and pouted slightly as I licked the last drops of blood from my pale face.
What was missing? I'd forgotten something, I was sure.
Ah! That's right,
I gently plucked their blood-stained shirt and with one swift motion tore it right off, exposing a mass of quivering, sweat-covered flesh. I licked my lips again now, I had just eaten. I couldn't have more!
I'd only gain weight and become unappealing.
If that were the case, I wouldn't be able to catch my prey as smoothly as I did.
Yes, I was rather attractive to the mortal eye, but to my own, I relished in the idea of my hidden monstrous identity that hid just below this cold skin.
I looked upon the beautiful breasts of this quivering woman and smirked slightly.
"You've got lovely nipples, dear." I admitted to the whimpering woman who only cowered away from my touch.
"Now, now. Don't be frightened. This will only hurt for a moment," I lied, smirking even wider now.
"P-Please.." She begged and I laughed quietly, placing a single finger to my blood-stained lips. "Don't want to wake the children, now do we?"
The look on this woman's face was that of pure horror and her quivering lips thinned almost instantly. "Good girl." I patted her gently, "Now for your treat." I hissed viciously as I began baring my fangs once more.
I dug my index finger into her belly-button until blood drew and I laughed as the woman tried desperately to keep quiet, fearful that my threat would soon become that of reality.
Soon her entire stomach was torn apart and I reached past her tightening skin to feel the slimy, swollen intestines. I laughed wildly as I began tearing them out and showing them to my dear victim, watching her cry and scream in agony, though her cries soon cut short as I had nearly turned her inside out by now.
I smiled and looked at my blood-covered clothes, only my smile fell for a moment as I heard a little voice call from behind me.
"Mommy?" She squeaked, and I turned to face the fear-stricken little girl, who was tightly hugging a stuffed giraffe.
Looking back one last time at the now dead woman, I smirked at the thought of my promise.
Of course I would kill her family. What would the point of this be if I didn't?
It's called a massacre for a reason.