Dishes With Meaning-6

There are three others among us. This one squirming in my grasps and I. Three others. Running. One fainted. The other two...they messed up,I messed up after 62 years you'd think I'd learned my lesson. They ran nevertheless. I dropped this stalky man, still full of blood. Pity, what a waste. But I had to, had to get the others. 1

The first ran for a nearby bush, cowering in fear at the sight of me. I do not wish to make them fear, those who do not deserve it, but still, his heart stops from shock and old age as I lean forward to touch his cheek. So warm, fragile. I have no time to fret over this dead blood, so onward I run.2

The second one, now that one was a challenge. She knew how to run, she new the streets almost as well as I. I toyed with her a bit, letting her get a head, but when she started screaming, I quickly came to her side, and finished what I had started. Heartless, I know. But I do not need something like that getting out among them. 3

She doesn't deserve the death of prey, I can tell by her thoughts. With a twist her neck snaps and the screaming ends. So sorry. I take her to the other body and made it out as if the cold got to their hearts. 4

Pity. What a waste. 5

The sun's coming up, time to go home. Wasted night. 6

HOME:7

I really hate it when I have to resort to the refrigerated blood. It's cold, and a lot thicker. Not warm and alive from a human. Ahh well, it's better then going blood crazy at night. I open the fridge and reach in only to pull another fridge handle. Another prop I'm afraid. There's another fridge within my fridge. I hide back there when I need to get my thoughts straight, which is often seeing as how I've collected 62 years of them. I climb into the second fridge and see what is available. The metal rack hold three blood drive bags I took from my most recent visit to the hospital. Nasty stuff, but I grab a cup anyway.8

Yes, I do have a nice hideout in here. A chair, a table, and the ever so entertaining TV. I swear that thing is evil. But a brain always needs a good numbing from time to time. 9

I sit there, with the concrete walls surrounding me. Silence. I sit for what it seems two hours. Just sitting. High pitched humming, ringing, in my ears, and there I sit. Thinking, about my life, death, whatever you need call it. I am mearly here. No goals. Nothing but hunting, watching the sun rise. Giving myself false hope. 10

The shower rushes on and I know that the woman upstairs is getting ready for work. Daylight. Time to go watch the sun rise. I leave the room and shut the tomb as I fix the shelves in the prop fridge. I rush over to the tinted window, throwing my empty cup into the sink. Wow, I'll actually have to do dishes. 11