A/N: Well, here's another chap. Cookie flavor is chocolate chip. Like I said, if ya don't like chocolate you'd better say so. (: BTW, sympathy for poor NBB. I still say that you say yes, and when he comes to get you, your parents get him. (: What? It would work. Violence is never the answer, but it sure solves a lot of things. ANYWAY. Pleeeeeeeeeease R & R!
Massie woke up that night with a stomachache. She sat up, switching on the purple gooseneck lamp on her nightstand, and sighed. Her purple alarm clock flashed 2:30 AM. Ugh. Her stomach rumbled. Immediately, one thought came to mind.
Hunnngry.
Then she realized the other girls were awake, too. They were staring at her from their semi-circle on the floor, near Massie's bed. Even Bean was sitting up patiently, her big brown eyes staring up at Massie somewhat expectantly.
"Oh," Alicia whispered. "You woke up."
"Yeah."
"We're all hungry. You wanna go get food?" Alicia tipped her head to the side. Claire smiled, her newly discovered fangs protruding slightly. Kristen and Dylan tried not to laugh. Bean growled playfully, her tiny ears slicking backwards.
"Given," Massie said.
She stumbled out of bed and down the stairs. Bean scampered behind them, and the only sound was Bean's tiny nails clicking on the hardwood floors and the soft tap tap tap as she scrambled down the carpeted stairs. The girls moved with a quiet, predatory grace, although none of them were aware of it. To their super-sensitive ears, they were making a lot of noise. But to anyone else, the house was silent save Bean's tiny paws scrambling on the floor.
Massie and the other girls approached the fridge and opened it. They studied it carefully, eyes sweeping the shelves slowly. Sushi leftovers. Stew. Inez's virgin strawberry daiquiris. Mashed potatoes. Chicken curry, with rice and boiled potatoes. Some carrots.
No. Nothing good.
Hunnnnnngry…
She dug through one of the drawers, and found herself ripping away the brown paper wrapping on a pack of filet mignon. Still subconsciously, she stuffed the steaks into her mouth until the blood ran down her manicured hands onto the highly polished tile floor and pooled at her feet. Still, the rumbling in her stomach kept going. She dug through the fridge until she saw another brown package. She ripped that open, too, and stuffed the lamb shank into her mouth in huge bites, forgetting everything that her manners teacher had ever taught her over the past ten years of her life. Blood streamed to her elbows and surrounded her mouth so she looked like a victim of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She chomped on each bite of raw meat voraciously, hardly pausing to chew.
Alicia, Claire, Dylan, and Kristen ate the steaks and lamb shanks with equal gluttony, and soon the five girls were covered to their elbows in blood, and Claire's white-blonde hair had streaks of red. Alicia had half-moons of blood under her nails. The pile of bones in the corner of the counter grew bigger and bigger as they gnawed right through the entire pack of lamb shanks, and the garbage pile expanded once they'd ripped open a second pack of lamb shanks.
Kendra slipped into the kitchen at the very moment when Massie was opening her mouth to take another huge bite out of the massive lamb shank. She took in the blood streaming down her child's face and arms, the pools of blood on the floor, and the small stack of bloodied bones on her counter. She saw the girls, savagely chewing through the piles of raw meat, and took notice of the blood in Claire's hair. She saw the blood dripping from Alicia's manicured fingers, splashing onto the counter and flooding to several pools on the floor. She studied the way blood dripped from Kristen and Dylan's elbows and chins, and she smiled.
"Oh," she said, lightly. "Hi, Massie. Hi, girls. I didn't know you were awake! My, what a mess this is." Kendra swept up the pile of bones onto one of the discarded brown paper packages and dumped it into the trash. She herself took a smaller lamb shank and nibbled on it delicately.
When she was done, she washed her hands and turned to face the girls. "Well, there's some hamburger meat in the drawer there too, if you get tired of having to eat around the bones."
And with those light words, Kendra walked out of the room, smiling.
After a brief moment of contemplation, the Pretty Committee girls ripped open a third package. They each took four of the thick patties and devoured those, too. Bean soon found herself chewing the bones, mostly just licking the blood off of them as she held the bones between her paws.
Something was definitely wrong here, but for once, Massie didn't care.
A/N: Wow. That was a blood-filled chappy! And yet, violence-free. Sorta. Sorry to all you vegetarians who read this and went and barfed from the images. I really am sorry, and don't worry, I almost made myself barf while I was re-reading this. (No, I'm not bulimic, damn it!)