The hunger was too much, I couldn't take it anymore, and I had to. Slowly, I realize what I have done. Do I feel regret? Pity? Maybe it's just the morals of men than have entered in and out of my ears like death surrounds a battlefield. I fell amazing, it's a high. To watch the humans be merry and drink 'till their bellies are full. For them to not know that for weeks they carry on with their lives and do not notice me watching them. Humans are ignorant, they decide to evolve tools instead of themselves, fools! They are blind, which is why I take my time to watch them, to carefully execute my plan. They will never notice me. If they do, it would be too late. I take my first bite, for this was not the cause of the human's death, it was a snap of the neck. So easy to break, so tender, that's where I begin my devouring. My teeth easily sink into his skin like butter on bread. Then, the crunch. Gods, it was enticing me more, so deeper I sank into his flesh and finally, the warm liquid came, bliss. This was too much, I can't think strait. I bit through completely and the base of the neck to the top of his head followed my tongue into my mouth. Finally feeling the semi-rough texture of the human's skin, it was delicious. That's what I was waiting for, the meat, mostly the blood, but I needed something to chew; bone was good but that is to pick my food out with. The rest of his body I devoured in mere seconds, I want to taste it but it was just too good I had to eat the rest quickly. The next one will be slower.

Humans have many facial expressions. A true smile when both lips and eyes look as if they could dance. Hate, when most men turn blood red and don't think strait. I'm curious about these emotions. The one I was dying for, fear. Approaching the second man slowly, I almost want him to awaken from his dreams. He didn't wake, so instead of starting at the neck, I would start at the thing that is the core of their emotions, his heart. Now I really wanted him to wake up. Using my dullest claw, I dig a little around where the heart is to be. He moans in pain which makes me dig a little deeper and slower, which prolongs me completing the unusually shaped ring around this human's ticker. Finally, I start to see the white of his eyes; slowly at first, then like lightening they shot open. He made a face I hadn't seen before. Confusion? I think that's what humans call it. His dream had turned into a nightmare. Then the face I've been waiting for, the look of pain and agony, the look of fear. "Yes, fear me," I thought. "Let me see your fear worm." As I was looking at his eyes, his soul seemed invisible; it wasn't there. That's a shame, I realized my excitement got the best of me and dug into his core. That's a real damn shame, I was hoping to get more out of this human. I didn't ponder much for there were still more to feast on.

One by one I experimented on different parts of them. The legs, feet, arms and hands, the neck again, and the chest. I liked the area between the waist and the top part of the chest, which was my favorite part. I hadn't grown tired of eating them, they are all different. Just like a grape, one may be sweeter than the other. Once you get started, it's so hard to stop, but why stop?