Jessie

Chapter 25

My First Hunt

I woke up early to hear the sound of my dad snoring. Wow, he could sleep through anything snoring like that, I thought. I look over and see my mom sleeping quietly, so I carefully snuck out of the bed to not wake them up and then skip down the stairs. I made my way into the living room where I saw great grandma.

"Good morning Jessie," she said smiling.

"Morning," I replied, "Where is everybody?"

"Well they are all out working on your new house," she smiled sweetly.

"Aww," I said pouting, "I wanted to go."

"Maybe you can go over there later with your dad," she tried to cheer me up.

"Are you hungry?"

"No not yet," I shook my head, "I want to go play for a little bit first."

"Ok, but stay close to the house please," she cautioned.

I instantly bolted out the door. It was still early in the morning and the sun was barely peeking out from over the mountains. I ran through the grass kicking up the morning dew. I went over to the big oak tree next to the house and started climbing it.

Wow this is easy, I thought to myself as I started hopping around in the upper branches. I caught the scent of a squirrel and was instantly hungry the scent making my mouth fill with venom. I slowly stalked up closer too it as it sensed danger and then jumped down to the lower parts of the tree. I quietly dropped down to the ground and got myself in a position to where I could pounce and be able to catch it.

The squirrel stopped close to the end of a branch to nibble on an acorn. That's when I pounced. It never had a chance as I grabbed it before it could even move. I landed on the ground and bit through its thin fur and sucked him dry.

The blood tasted good, I'll admit but something inside of me wasn't content. He smelled so good, and my stomach growled at me fiercely. I looked down at it and then quickly bit his head off. I started chewing wondering what it was going to taste like. I've never tasted anything so good. I quickly swallowed and continued eating it till until it was all gone. My stomach still growled at me.

I crept around to some of the other tree's trying to locate another squirrel. Ah, there you are, I thought to myself as I spotted another one in the upper branches of the next tree. I quickly shimmied up the tree and got myself positioned to pounce.

Catching it would be easy, the landing was going to be interesting though. My trajectory would take me from one tree to the other. Oh well, I thought, I'm still hungry. I launched myself at the squirrel easily catching him, and quickly biting down on his back to hold him in my mouth for the landing. I grabbed a larger branch to slow me down and then easily dropped back down on the ground to enjoy the rest of my breakfast.

Wow, this is so much better than pancakes and sausage. I didn't drain this one just ate him whole. It surprisingly made it easier to swallow the fur. I quickly finished him off, throwing down the tail, and found myself still hungry.

I was walking past the living room windows when I noticed everyone standing around in the house talking. I kept going not thinking anything about it and continued on my hunt. I easily found, caught, and ate three more.

I was starting to feel full but my belly was wanting more. I found one more good sized squirrel and only got about halfway done with him before it felt like my belly was going to pop. I made my way to the water faucet at the back porch to wash off the blood from my hands and face.

I lazily skipped into the house feeling a little tired so I headed over to the couch and plopped down turning on the television. I found a cartoon then laid back tired. I soon went to sleep. I was dreaming about my hunt and how good the squirrel's tasted whole. I woke up about lunch time and noticed everyone standing there looking at me.

"I don't know what happened but I didn't do it," I said worriedly.

My dad burst out laughing , "Nothings wrong, we were just wondering how your stomach feels."

"Happy," I said patting my belly.

I started flipping back through the channels as Great grandpa Carlisle came over to me and started asking me some questions.

"We were just wondering why you decided to eat them whole," he asked.

"Well," I said, "I drank all of his blood and I still felt hungry. He smelled so good. So I thought I'd have a taste. He was so good, way better than pancakes and sausage."

My mother gasped since that was my absolute favorite.

"Are you hungry now?" she asked.

"Nope, still happy and full," I said rubbing my belly and turning back to the TV.

"So the blood didn't satisfy you?" Grandpa pressed.

"Nope, but the rest of the other 4 and a half did," I replied.

He crinkled down his eyebrows thinking as he got up and headed back into the kitchen to talk to everyone else. Dad came in and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I looked up at him and he just had this huge grin on his face.

"What?" I asked him. "Were those like some kind of family pets?"

"No," he said as he busted out laughing again, "I'm proud of you. Your first hunt and from what your mother said you had some perfect form."

Mom cut her eyes at him, glaring. After that look from mom, he leaned over to me and quietly whispered in my ear.

"Just don't do it around mom ok, she wasn't expecting that and kinda made a mess on the floor."

"They sure were good maybe she outta try one," I giggled.

Now she started glaring at me.

"Never mind," I said as I turned back to the show on TV.

"Let me know when you're hungry again," dad smiled, "I'd like to take you hunting next time."

"Ok," I said as I flipped through the channels and found my favorite show, Monster Garage.

Now Aunt Rose came in and sat down in the other chair.

"So you like this show?" she asked.

"Yeppers," I replied, "I love watching how they do all that and build that neat stuff."

She got up and walked over to me whispering in my ear, "When you get a little older, I'll teach you how to do it."

"Yeah," I exclaimed jumping off the couch, "When can we start?"

"When you get a little bigger," she laughed.

She noticed how I plopped back down pouting.

"I promise, as soon as you get big enough to handle the equipment I'll teach you," she winked.

"Hey," my dad protested, "I'm his father. I get to teach him how to do that."

"Well then," she sneered, "you can come too, that way you can learn how."

Now everyone got a good laugh out of that. Everyone, that is except for my dad. He wasn't happy about that last statement.