Author: Yo! Bon Appetiet!
A sudden thought hit me "Aw shit! Michele is gonna kill me!" then I realized what I had said and burst out laughing. I must have reached the third step of understanding- delusion. I calmed myself and asked, "Um…Shane? Can I have the telephone? I need to call my sister."
"Sure" he still looked shocked but he handed me his cell.
I punched in my number and it rang two times before a tired voice asked "Hello?"
"Yeah. Michele? It's Marie."
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU! YOU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL STRANGLE YOU!" I held the phone away from my ears. I like my hearing how it is thank you.
"Well I don't think strangling would be very productive. Plus I can't go outside till the sun sets."
"What?" she asked confused.
"Well you see sister dearest, I have been turned into the living dead. I don't think I need to breathe so strangling wouldn't help that much. If you want to kill me then I'll just walk out into the sunlight. But then you wouldn't have my pretty little corpse to look at. Id be all ashes."
For a second she was silent "WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING?"
After Shane calmed down the raving woman on the phone it was agreed id stay right where I was until the sun went down. Shane shut off his phone. "Ill be working. If you need anything you know where to find me." He left.
"It is then that a deep hunger struck me. My tummy went growl growl. "Oh no your not!" I reply to my stomach. "I will not become cannibal-esk. Plus blood tastes Weird. It tastes all salty and smooth. Like a milkshake coming from a warm…lovely body. Oh wow." I try and snap out of it, realizing I'm salivating on myself. "I wonder if cow's blood will work?" I muse.
I walk out the door into the kitchen. There is a slab of bloody meat being cut by the cook, Jerry. The twenty year old man hissed as the knife bit into his skin. All of the sudden I was by his side sucking on his cut finger. His eyes were wide but as my fangs grazed his skin his eyes went blank.
Shane burst in and tore me off of my food. I mewled like a kitten and tried to get back to my feast. "No! Bad Marie bad!" He got a jar of the drained blood from the cow and shoved it in my face. I gulped it down appreciatively. After it was empty and I had my fill I look up. Blood was running down my chin and decorated my already blood stained shirt. I put my hands to my face wiping away the leftovers. I stuck my fingers into my mouth and tried to suck away the rest of the bloody-goodness.
After I was threw I muttered "Well this gives new meaning to Bloody Maries"
