Author's Note: For the Food challenge. By the way, these drabbles will not be forming any actual story. There's all stand-alone stories, at least for now.
Feeding Time
I hate to admit it, but I enjoy eating. It's a pleasure to dine in a human host. The sense of taste is intoxicating. Enough, at times, to make me forget the way he looks at me. The rage in his eyes.
He knows, I know it.
"Jeez, Jake, you're about to choke."
Shock floods his face and he drops the package. "Hey! Those are my fries!"
"Sorry, Tom. You know how it is, come feeding time." He grins, and tosses the fries at me.
I take one out, but I can't eat it, not now. I've lost my appetite.