Blood covered the walls and floors. It's dripped off the ceiling. She looked from Fredrick to Grady and back to Fredrick. Fredrick wasn't moving, his guts gored out onto the floor and his jaw ripped apart. Charlotte clenched her chest in surprised. She looked back at Grady who was on the floor next to the old man; blood was smeared around his mouth, dripping from his jowls. His shirt was ripped basically off and his hands stuffed inside of Fredrick.
Charlotte ran out of the room and tried to make her way to the front door. In an instant Grady stepped out in front of her, blocking her way out. "Why are you leaving?" Charlotte shook her head in disbelief. She backed away slowly, he followed. "I want to thank you for your hospitality, I do." He kept coming forward, pushing her back onto a wall. "Charlotte." Within an instant he had her pinned up on the wall, her feet dangling a few inches off the floor. He leaned forward and brushed his face against her neck, smelling the tang of her flesh. Charlotte couldn't help but severely shiver, she couldn't move a muscle because of how he had pinned her up with his own body. "Smells…. Good." He sneered. Grady again leaned forward but this time licked the crook of her neck. "Delicious." Charlotte then did something she didn't know would work. She lunged forward and bit his neck, hard. He screeched, it was ear piercing and loud. Grady dropped Charlotte to the floor. She used that opportunity to let herself run to the kitchen and grab a knife.
She held the knife tight in her fist, ready for Grady to come. It felt like ages until he did. But he was not alone. He staggered in and threw a large mass in her direction. It slide across the floor. A bloody trail was left behind it. "Fredrick!" She looked from the dead body of Fredrick to Grady himself.
He sauntered forward. "Charlotte. You would be safe with me…. In my stomach." His voice was even more raspy and deep. She would have found his voice sexual if not for the situation they were in. Charlotte stood up, straightening herself out. "No." She looked at him. "Grady, would you like me to get you some wine or water?" Grady tilted his head. "Charlotte, fix me up some lunch will you dear?" Charlotte knew what he meant, and she for the sake of God would not do it. "Fredrick?" Grady smiled and nodded. He chuckled. "I have never made a stew nor anything like that before." He came closer. "Well now here is your chance to learn." He kept coming closer, pinning her up against the kitchen island. "I either want a stew or a stir fry. Your choice." He took one more step, resulting in his body pressed firmly against hers. She looked up at him and him down at her. She had to crank her neck up high just to meet his eyes. He was very tall, very skinny, and very deathly. "I dare you." Charlotte was confused, "Dare me to make a stew?" Grady shook his head no. "No I dare you to try that little stunt again, I dare you right now." He bent down and opened his neck to her, he pointed to the obvious. "I dare you." Her breathe became heavy and hot. She leaned forward slowly and placed her lips upon his skin and suckled a little bit. Grady then took a fist full of her hair and pulled backwards, "No! How you did it before, try it that way. Do it like before." Charlotte started to tear up a little, and instead shook her head no. He barked at her, "Do it!"
The adrenaline shot up through her body and pushed her over her limit. Grabbing his short messy hair, yanking his head to the side, launching her self forward and sinking her teeth into the fleshy part of his neck, the feeling was too much to handle. Grady screeched and hollered. She bit harder. Charlotte stated to taste something coppery. Her body shivered and quaked from the adrenaline rush. Charlotte knew she had broke the skin and she eased up and started to suckle again, she knew that pleased him by his groans and husky noises he made. Before she knew it, he had slapped her hard across her face sending her to the floor. He looked down at her. His blood trickled down his collarbone and down his protruding ribs. "I am deathly hungry." He stated this and for some odd reason his voice was deeper. Charlotte studied him, he was breathing harder then before, his ribs raised and fell with each raspy breath. "Charlotte, if you could, now." The exasperation in his voice was more obvious now.
She stood up, her body quivering. "Are you sure you don't want a glass of wine?" Grady growled, "Charlotte! If you don't mind? Please? Food?" Charlotte cleared her throat, shook her head, and rubbed her hands together. "Ok? What do you like? I am making a stir fry, mushrooms, green and red peppers, meat…" She looked down to Fredrick who lay sadly lay on the floor. His blood still pooling on to the grey tiles, his organs lay randomly across the floor, almost like a trail from the bedroom which he was violently killed, then dragged to the kitchen to be feasted upon. "I can't. I won't." Charlotte shook her head. "I won't" With a sudden force Grady had her up by the neck, again her feet dangling. "DO it. The food. I am hungry." Grady had her at arms length. "Will you please?" He brought her closer, his face an inch or two away from hers. His stare was so deep and so hollow one could feel the coldness radiating from them. He threw her down again and she scampered to the cutlery and brought out a small knife and cutting board. Grady stepped back to watch her. His tall lean body relaxed as could be as in contrast to her tense body. She started to sweat more and her fingers shook harder making it almost impossible to cut the vegetables. "Would you like me to boil up some rice?" Grady grunted and sat himself down at the kitchen island. He did not answer. She kept on with chopping the vegetables. She emptied them into a large pan. Charlotte started it on a slow fry. It was the longest moment she promised herself, that it was. At that moment her heart almost seemed to strop. Time almost stood still wrapping its dark hands around her heart, the air also seemed to feel cooler, in contrast to the hot breathe on the back of her neck. "You've forgotten the main ingredient." His voice deep and quiet but just loud enough to send chills up her spine. Charlotte's voice was shakey, "Oh how silly of me." She turned around and found him stepping aside for her to get the "meat". Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him sneering.