The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
Pen Name: Missus T
Pairing/Characters: ? (Dark-lisle)
Rating: M
Humans.
They smelled horrible but, as a delicacy, there was nothing like them.
Years ago, the richest of our kind maintained stables of donors. They were fed the most pure foods, scrubbed and washed until their skin was pink before they were presented as gifts.
But not here. Not now.
Now we had to play nice with them, show them we weren't complete savages.
We kept our secret, and they pretended not to notice how different we were.
So we waited, pushing the limits until our hunger couldn't be ignored.
And then we chose one who would not be missed.
