Mr. Bram Stoker's VORE
Chapter 2: Let the Feast Begin
LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT
Detective Mike Robards was supposed to be taking the day off in honor of the upcoming 4th of July festival. He did not want to be here. He definitely did not want to hear ravings about some blonde bimbo girl going berserk after tasting some weird fragrance and eating her jerk of a boyfriend alive. Nobody else knows where she went afterwards. All witnesses insisted there was this very eccentric old woman in the salon shop who saw it all. Robards checked the phone book and found no results on Valerie V's Boutique. This was just great. Two more weeks before the celebration of America, then along comes some kooky old hag with a weird ointment and now all the lovely ladies of California are going bananas and eating men for sport. It'd make a great late night movie, that's for sure. So far, it's been pretty quiet since the first eating. However, the others in Robards' department got the chilling feeling that what happened earlier was destined to be repeated again
"have you heard this bullshit, Jones? All the whores and chicks of LA suddenly having a taste for man-flesh? And I thought that lousy movie about the volcano erupting in the middle of LA was dumb enough. I had to send the guy who saw this to the loony bin. I tell you, people just believe one thing and they all go crazy and start making a panic. We are not cancelling the Fourth of July festival just because some old dingbat has some new voodoo potion that makes all the girls in this town go bonkers and start gobbling up men like they're cheeseburgers. Quite a load of bullshit, eh Jones? Jones?" Robards asked, finding Jones' desk empty…and a trail of blood leading to the break room
"what the hell's going on?" Robards asked, drawing his gun as he stealthily opened the break room door to find his yummy wife Carla sitting on the desk, slurping a cup of coffee. The only odd thing was her belly was rather big. Robards knew Carla was in her beginning twenties and he didn't expect Carla to tell him she was expecting. Until… oh shit. He saw the odd vial of fragrance on the table…along with Jones' badge, stained in blood
"oh hey honey. You're just in time for lunch" Carla said sexily, burping before clearing her throat
"sorry about that. I, um…had a little snack with your friend Jones. He was…very tasty" Carla purred, inching over to the mortified Robards
"Carla…what the fuck are you doing? Have you gone mad?" Robards asked, trying to open the door, but it was locked tight because Sweetie was behind the back door, holding the door keys
"hmmm…you taste so good. Come here, fill my belly…" Carla purred, biting into Robards. Robards let out a bloodcurdling scream as Carla devoured him screaming. Carla burped loudly and coughed up Robards' police shoes
"hmm… this could come in handy" Carla said, pocketing Robards' gun into her purse. Carla grabbed the vial and placed it her purse, whistling out loud
"ohhh Carla, that was the best luncheon I ever had" said Alexis hungrily as she and her twin sister Ronnie walked out of the holding room, drinking coffee
"ladies, if those men want a 4th of July party to remember…we'll give 'em one they'll never forget" Carla vowed, the girls laughing maniacally. Suddenly not only were the girls no longer hungry, they became oddly aroused. Sweetie shut off all the security cameras and locked all the doors as the lovefest began