Prey Predator BY D. H. Torkavian

It was a cold night in the early-eighties when this happened, and I gotta tell yeah my balls were so blue that I was ready to bust just by the way my piece was rubbing against my jeans. I was gonna tear some girl up, bust all over her face.

Then I heard it. The sweetest giggle.

Three drunk bitches waltzed unsteadily out this hoity-toity restaurant. The first was tall, slender, with long dark hair to her hips. Her red dress sparkled with sequins or rhinestones, something. Her eyes were as black as the night and just as cold. She by herself wouldn’t do, but her and the next broad might, maybe. I have an appetite, boy do I. Anyway next girl. Redhead in this peach gauzy thing that was almost see through. We'll call her Red.

The last bitch. She was it. I’d do the others, but this broad I had to have her. She was thick -I mean thick- with lots of fluffy blond hair. The whole Farrah Fawcett do, ya know. She was squeezed into a tight little black dress that was just a little bit too small. Her tits were out to here! Oh yeah... And the best part, the very best part, she looked right at me with those big baby blues. I almost busted a nut right there. Then I heard that giggle. That sweet, sweet laugh that made me quiver where it counts. Oh, Baby-blue, you and me.

I watched them pile into a yellow taxi and sped away from me. Like hell, I thought as I hailed my own cab and told the driver to “follow that cab” which I'd always wanted to say.

*

The driver tailed the girls all the way out of the city – talking on and on about some Reagan bull shit – to a big ass house on a hill. I mean big ass house! I watched the girls laughing and stumbling as they went inside, and turned on the lights. The cab drove off.

My own driver turned to me and told me the fare was twenty three bucks. Fuck that. I pulled my piece out from under my coat and cracked him upside the face with the crowbar. I don’t normally do guys, but there is no way in hell I was paying twenty three bucks for a taxi. I whacked him again and again. I almost got into it, but I had to remember that it was a dude I was doing here. I can’t get gay about it. I hit him until his skull was in two, and I didn’t owe no one no twenty three bucks.

I got out of the cab. I had a beautiful blond waiting for me. Crept up to the house. There they were through the window. The brunette and the redhead lounged around, but the blond... The blond was dancing drunkenly to the music that was playing. A glass of deep red wine in her swaying hand. How alive she was. I couldn't wait to see the life leave her big blue eyes.

I crept around the back looking for some way in, but all the windows and doors were locked tight about half way around the house. Until I came to a bathroom. The window was blissfully open. All right. I ripped my way through the bug screen. I was in. Those bitches were mine. It was dark in the part of the house I was in. These broads were into my kind of foreplay.

I sneaked through the house. Following the light. I came to a door left open just a crack. I peaked in to see her walk by. The blond was so close, I could smell her perfume.

“Are we out already?” Came an unseen voice.

“Perhaps.” Said the brunette lounging in a chair directly across from me.

Everything was cream colored. What a mess we were going to make. I couldn't take it anymore. I kicked the door open. Two of them screamed. The brunette just looked at me unaffected by my dramatic and romantic gesture. Bitch just moved to the top of my to-do list. She stood. I ran at her.

I sank my piece between her eyes, and her face caved in with a satisfying crunch. The blond was too stunned to move, her blue eyes perfectly round in the sweet terror I was giving her. The redhead screamed and ran. Bad move, Red. I chucked the crowbar and it hit her right between the shoulder blades. She went down and before we knew it, I was standing over her with my piece in my hand. I whacked her over and over again. Her hands came up in defense, but I was too strong for her, yeah.

I was close to bursting from it all. The blood, the screams, and the whacking. I turned to Blondie. She was shivering in her heels. Tears leaked out of her baby blues. She was shaking her head

I walked over to her as powerfully and she screamed. I grabbed her by the hair – so soft – and threw her to ground. Then it was time finish. My piece arched through the air as I hit her over and over again in the face. All too soon she was dead, and I blew my load all in my pants. Three chicks in one night. Boy, could I score or what?

Exhausted, I turned to find an empty chair splattered with blood. The dark haired chick was gone. The fuck? When I did her. Her body slumped back in it's chair. The chair was there was there and her blood was on it, but she wasn't in it.

This was some weird shit. I mean some weird shit. I turned and Red was gone too! I was beginning to lose confidence in myself . I moved over to Blondie.

“Just you and me, Baby-blue,” I said kneeling to stroke her soft hair, before going to find her girlfriends.

Like a flash, she moved. My arm was in her hands and she bit down on my wrist. Pain exploded up my arm.

“Get the fuck off of me, Bitch!” I yelled then whacked her with my crowbar to make sure the stupid bitch got the message and stayed dead.

I knocked her on her back and I raised my piece up to hit her again. This bitch was staying down this time. The lights cut out. I looked up to find Red in the doorway her hand on the light switch. It wasn't complete darkness there were street lights outside. Something was wrong with her face though. There were no wounds. I hit her in the face a handful of times, but her face was perfect. The fuck was going on? What did I get myself into?

“What indeed?” Said the redhead. Her voice was like velvet, but I hard time getting it up just then. “What should we do with him, Marlene?”

Suddenly claws digging into my neck. The dark haired one was pulling me up.

“What indeed?” She said. Her ringing voice had an edge to it.

My feet were dangling in mid air. This bitch was strong. Blood ran down from my neck. This wasn't going to end pretty for me. No way I was going out like that. I kicked out and struck home. The dark haired one dropped me, and I was off running for the bathroom.

“Yes, run,” Red called after me. “We like that.”

I high tailed it to that bathroom, but when I got there the blond was standing in front of the window. Filing her nails. They were now long black points. Her eyes flashed red in the darkness.

“You've been a bad, bad boy, Robert,” she said with a giggle.

How the fuck did she know my name? No one had known my name since I bashed in my mother's face.

She snarled like an animal. Her teeth were long and jagged.

I turned to run, but she dug her claws in my back and slammed me against the bathroom mirror. It shattered. Ouch. Seven years bad luck. Glass dug into my face and stayed there. Fear gnawed my insides. Blondie – her claws still in me – dragged me back trough the living room. No amount of struggle could get this bitch off of me. I was getting very tired. Things were getting fuzzy...

Shit. I wasn't making it out of this.

*

Something sharp slapped my face, my beautiful face. Which still had glass in it. God damn it.

“Wake up!” screamed the dark haired chick and slapped me again.

I was strapped to the kitchen table. Naked. The other women ran their hands over my naked body. This did not turn me on. I felt the gravity of the deep shit I was in. The dark haired one turned to grab something from a counter. They clinked as she turned around. Three empty wine glasses. I understood everything.

“Do we really need those, Marlene?” Asked the blond. She looked ravenous.

“We don't need to be proper right now, Robin.” the blond snarled back.

The brunette let the glasses crash to the floor. That got all of our attention.

“Cynthia is right,” she said as she pulled my head back by the hair. The redhead moved around the table to the brunette's side. Then she knelt near my stomach. Her crazy teeth bare and her eyes gleaming red.

“Let's feed like we were meant to.” said the brunette.

They all three of them lifted their heads and sank their teeth into me. I felt them sucking the blood out of me. I screamed from the pain. They sucked and sucked. Their moans were louder than any scream I could have made them make. The blond was the worst. She chewed me desperately for my blood. Slowly my fingers and toes started getting that pins and needles feeling. It spread until that hurt worse than the biting, and the chewing, and the sucking.

Everything was darkening. Thank God, I was almost dead.

They stopped. All three of them.

“Get a cage.” Said the brunette. “We can keep

this one going for a year at least.”

Then the blond bent near my ear. I could smell my blood on her breath. “Did you hear that? We get to keep you. You're our little blood doll. Forever.”

Then she laughed again. “It's going to be awful.”

Thirty years later, I still got fucking glass in my face.