Chad and Alice watched the others.
Even though they had both fed, they could sense the hunger growing again. They
needed to feed, but they needed to choose wisely. These hosts, especially Chad,
were still very much present and mindful. They had to pick someone who would
not upset the internal balance. If the hosts began to struggle, then the demon
could lose control.
The demon couldn’t have that.
Both of their eyes locked onto
Willard. The guilt seemed to radiate off of him. The panic as well. He had done
something he wasn’t supposed to. He had done something really bad.
“His energy is strong,” said Alice.
“He almost glows with it,” said
Chad. “It’s dark, though. That one is twisted.”
“I like twisted,” said Alice. “Makes
them taste sweeter. Makes them more fun to play with.”
“Do you want him, or should I?”
asked Chad.
Alice narrowed her eyes, and bit her
lip. She was examining him, studying him. “I think you would have better luck
with Willard. I’ll try and find those two who got away.”
Chad smiled, never taking his eyes
off of his decided prey. “You be careful. That foreign one was a mean son of a
bitch.”
“I’ll break him,” said Alice. Then
she turned and walked towards one of the ambulances that had lined up in front
of the Greek Row Commons.
As she left, a young man approached
him. The demon dug into Chad’s mind for a name. Lance. He was close to Chad,
and that made him off limits for now. He had a bandage on his cheek and one of
his arms was in a sling. A dark bruise blossomed on the skin between his neck
and shoulder.
Chad’s emotions seeped through, and
the demon let them. He needed to seem natural. He needed to appear human.
Lance approached carefully. “I can’t
believe you’re standing up.”
“The beating looked much worse than
it actually was.” Chad gave a half smile, and approached Lance, closing the gap
between them. “You look like you could use a few days in bed, or in the
hospital.”
“Looks worse than it feels.” Lance
smiled.
That smile made Chad’s stomach
tighten. The demon sighed internally. He never could understand human love and
affection. Sex he got. Sex felt good, and it fed him. Sex made sense to him.
Romance did not.
“The cops done with you?” He glanced
over Lance’s shoulder at the still swarming police.
Lance nodded.
“Then let’s get you home and in bed.”
Gently Chad put his arm around Lance’s shoulder, and led him away from the
madhouse that had formed in front of the Greek Life Center.
He would get to Willard later.
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