The Neck

“Just a few drinks at the pub,” I heard him say, for the hundredth day in the row.

The fucking bastard doesn’t ever know when to stop, it’s going to be the death of him I swear. Cassie spends her time idolising a drunk for a father while I’m sat here looking after her and I get shit all from her.

***

Find one, hunt one, kill one.

It’s so easy, but tonight is the night of the proving and I need to get one all to myself. I want to make father proud, everything has been leading up to this.

I stroll down the dark sidewalk, lit dimly by the harsh street lights – the perfect hunting ground.

My retractors just came through last night and I am ready; they are not as long as papa’s but if I can get them in a nice juicy neck I don’t see why they can’t get the job done.

There he is, the prey; he is here every single night and doesn’t go home till well into the next day, the filthy piece of shit. Someone like that can’t have anyone at home that would miss them; the perfect target.

“Hi, do I know you from somewhere?” I asked as I approached him.

“Eeeeh, I don’t think so – I think I would remember a girl like you,” he slurred in his almost indistinguishable voice – a concoction of a thick Scottish accent and a lot of liquor.

“Well, would you like to get to know me then?” I replied, with a wink and a soft touch on his hands.

***

My alarm goes off, signalling to me that it’s time to drop Cassie off at school. I feel for a man that I know isn’t going to be there, but every night I have hope that he will be – just to help me out for one fucking day.

He’s not there, and I’m not surprised – just disappointed.

***

“You’re a little young for me lass, ya look old enough to be me daughter or sumfin,” the drivel excreted out of his mouth.

“I assure you, I’m old enough,” I said, pushing my breasts towards him and wrapping one arm around his waist. “Come with me – I promise you won’t regret it.”

Of course, he followed – what man in his situation wouldn’t; he’s a disgusting drunk and I am well – me.

I led him to Macy’s, someone like pa would have just done it there but for my first time, I want to play it safe. Leaving any sort of violence out in the open when you’re not ready to protect yourself is the dumbest thing a drainer can do.

“This place ain’t the mos’ reputable place in town ya know dear,” his drivel continued.

“Well, I’m not the most reputable girl you see,” I said as I slid my hand up his leg – child’s play at this point, he is putty in my fingers.

We went up to the room and I kicked him onto the bed with the heel of my leather boot.

“I see you like to play rough,” he laughed.

“You haven’t even seen rough yet old man,” I said as I licked my lips.

***

Fuck, I’m going to have to go get him off some alley somewhere. After I drop Cassie off at school I circle back towards the local in order to find my shitbag of a husband.

“Hey Greg, you seen my sack of shit?” I asked the owner as I walked into the establishment.

“Not this mornin’ love, he went off to Macy’s with a young girl last night I’m afraid,” his accent, the sound of someone from Bristol radiated from it.

“That fucker,” I retorted.

If he wasn’t escorting some drunk whore back to safety and leaving her alone afterwards then he is going to wish he was a dead man.

I made my way to Macy’s across the street and gave Felix the look of a very pissed-off wife, something he seemed to know well and just handed me a room key. I stormed off to the room specified on the tag and swung open the door.

There the bastard was, passed out on the bed with a naked girl next to him – she grimaced. Filled with rage I ran up to her and before she could move, threw my hands around her neck and pushed deep into her throat with my thumbs until I could see blood come out.

There was almost no struggle, it was over too quick – my nails and then soon my entire thumbs pierced through her skin and entered her neck before she could do so much as blink.

***

I stripped in front of him as he unbuckled his pants and got undressed in his drunken stupor. I continued to climb on top of him as he laughed out and grabbed my back to pull me towards him – my breasts touching his chest.

I don’t know when the laughter turned into screams or when he realised that I had sunk both my needles into his neck – sex after all is the best distraction for such things, but eventually, the pain surfaced for him and his blood poured out; but I would let none of it go to waste.

* * *

I rolled the girl off the bed with one hand as my other slowly exited her throat. There I lay on the bed, panting – exercise was not something I did much. I pulled my hand to my face as I looked at the red blood dripping from it – droplets started falling down to my lips and my tongue as I swallowed hard.

The taste was metallic in nature, but not disgusting. Sitting up after my dealings in the taboo I look over to my husband, who is still unmoved. Straddling him I check him for marks of any kind – nothing, not a scratch; I kiss the top of his forehead and then slap him in the face as hard as I can.

Not a move, not a sound; he always was a deep sleeper.