Agros’
preference for young children was well known within the nest. He always said
the youngest are the tastiest. Their blood was uncontaminated by the trash
accumulating in the blood stream over the years. Agros specially disliked
drunks. It was too vinegary to enjoy. Good only for the very, very hungry.
He hovered
between the wagons searching for his first bite of the night. There it was, a
tiny baby that seemed to be feeding from its mother’ breast. Agros dived into
the shadows, with his mouth wide open and his pearly fangs glistening.
His move
was like a cue. The demons all came down on their chosen prey. Fangs chomped
down into necks, groins and chests, each mouth searching for their favorite
source of blood. Like wine, the taste of blood varies depending on the region -
organ, vein or artery - it was found. Some liked it straight from the heart
although it wasn’t easy to get through the rib cage. If you like Pinot Noir you
probably won’t care for Merlot.
But Agros’
child tasted like shit!
(To Be Continued.)
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