"The only way for me to survive is if I consume people; Like that man from earlier. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I think it's fun to play with your food. And the taste..." she continued. "How long have you been alive?" I interrupted. "Why Shawn! You never ask a woman her age!" she joked.
I was less than amused.
She shrugged and continued.
"I honestly can't remember. By human standards, 16? Maybe 17 or 18? Maybe I've always been. I do not know. The only thing I pertaining to my origin that I remember is coming to this world, which was followed by a tremendous catastrophe." "You're referring to a Spacial Quake?" I interrupted again. She nodded.
A Spacial Quake: It's hard for me to say exactly what it is, or how they happen, but I do know that when they happen, you need to get the fuck out of the area. Large scale or small, they obliterate anything unlucky enough to get caught in them. And of course, as fate would have it, I was in the same room as one of the main causes of such a catastrophe; Kurumi Tokisaki.
"All right." the man nodded, still writing frantically in his notepad. "So basically, she's a cannibalistic monster from a different dimension that can cause Space Quakes?" the man asked. Shawn clenched his fists a bit, still trying to keep his composure. "Don't call her that. She isn't a monster to me.." Shawn insisted. "I wouldn't have made it this far if it wasn't for her." Shawn finished. The man pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and a zippo. "You smoke?" he asked before putting a cigarette to his mouth and lighting it. "Occasionally" Shawn answered, calming down a bit. The man passed the pack and lighter. Shawn put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "Continue." the man commanded as he picked his pen back up.
Obviously, it was a lot for me to take in. I laid on my bed, facing up at the ceiling. "And how do you feel about all this Shawn?" she asked me. "I don't know." I started. "Who am I to be so lucky; To have a being from a different dimension, not only be in my presence, but to feed me and give me a place to sleep?" She seemed almost surprised by my answer. "However." I continued. "Though I appreciate you helping me; The murders.. I'm just conflicted; Confused about how I feel about all this.." She approached me and placed her hand on my cheek. The same hand she used to kill with was so soft warm, and inviting against my face. I looked into her eye. "Regardless of how you feel Shawn, you've sworn your loyalty to me." She smiled, taking her hand off my face. "It's getting late. Maybe some sleep would help you?" I looked over at a clock located above the tv. It was about seven thirty. Time seemed to be passing by faster than usual. It may have been early, but I didn't mind. After all, it was the first time in a long time that I was able to sleep in a bed.
She turned off the lamp closer to her bed as I faced the windows. I shut my eyes.
But I could feel her. Staring at me. Watching me. I did my best to ignore it and get some sleep.