Lusting Again

I tried to restrain the urge after my previous incident. It burned inside me, like somebody had an iron burning me. I even tried isolation. Even that couldn't stop me. Every day without the rich flesh of man, was torture. And then, it happened…..

I had to walk out. The Hunger, as I called it, struck at me. It was diagnosed by a doctor, as a psychological disorder. He wanted to put me in an institution. I killed him and then later ate him for the threat.

I left my Mansion. I loved my night air. Most mortals fear the black night sky. They lose control, and are weak. They don't know what surrounds them, therefore, they fear. I climbed a ladder onto a roof. I perched myself on watch.

Call me sick, call me demented. I am no twisted, but I am a slave. None of you know what its like to be a slave to yourself. My body is forced to obey my own twisted sick desires.

I stood perched for about an hour. It was a full moon, when the werewolf comes out. Though only mere myth, my werewolf was to come out. I always liked female flesh more. It was softer, and less raw. Then I saw her…

I saw a woman clad in a black mini-skirt. She had on a sleeveless belly shirt, and brown boots. She had long black hair. I thought I recognized her, but dismissed the notion quickly.

I sprung down to the ground. I had a short sword attached to my leg, and Death Penalty on sling. I had an ether rag with me. She walked ever closer. I could smell her rich perfume. She had beautiful legs. I doubted they carried much meat though. They were thin model's legs.

Unable to contain myself, I ran at her. She screamed. I could not understand her frantic yells. Without any hesitation, I ran at her. I threw her at a wall. I cut her on her chest. She was shirtless from the cut.

I held her to the ground, an applied the ether. Quickly she was knocked out. I lifted her body up, and took it home. I set up a similar arrangement. The buckets went around again.

I laid her down on the counter. I took my butcher knife out of a drawer. She opened her eyes, but couldn't scream due to a gag. I Then cut off her legs, leaving her crippled. I threw them onto my table.

I proceeded to cut off the hands and feet as I did with all other food. I cut off a portion of her stomach and indulged. It had been so long. Human flesh once again passed my lips. Its sweet taste relieved me.

Unable to control my other beast, I rapidly tore into her stomach. She was crying all over, and tears were covering her body.

"I hate wet food slut!" I yelled in a demonic voice.

I went headfirst into her stomach. I ate and ate until it was gone. I looked up after a moment, to find her dead. With no midsection, she would have died long ago. I ripped out the heart and shoved it into my mouth.

Organs were like the fruit of my diet. They were rich sweet things. They slide right down my throat into the abyss of my stomach. I wonder how my body feels about this. Eating duplicates of myself would be strange.

With no more thought, I severed the head. I held it before me, to examine. I was right. I knew the face. I knew it well. It was Tifa Lockhart. I had just eaten one person I cared for dearly. I ate a friend. This just follows me around doesn't it?

A/N: Vincent is feeling little remorse. The Hunger completely controls Vincent in feeding times. Vincent retreats, and The Hunger takes over. Still as gory as ever. I will update again.

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