Anna, as it was known in this body, wanted some more skin. Not skin like to eat or claw at, although those held an attraction – no, it wanted some skin to touch. Being inside the body enabled it to interact tangibly with the world, and the sensations that allowed were pleasing. And so it went to the club again – the one that played the Blake Shelton music repeatedly – and made its body available to the men that were interested in touching, too.
Five bottles of wine, two plates of nachos, and a Big Mac later, along with a young man shocked at how much Anna could eat and drink, it had ‘Rick’ home and right where she it wanted him: on the bed, half-unconscious. No, it didn’t need him to be unconscious for a nibble on his life; rather, it just made the whole affair easier for the drunken man to deny in his foggy, hungover memory. And so it drank of him, but not too much – not enough to kill. Just enough to leave a mark, and over enough time to increase the glow of his life as he was transfixed with terror. It really liked that part.
A few nights later at the hospital it walked the halls, having taken on the shift of a sick coworker – yeah, sure he was sick! He was home half-dead, drained by her. He’d never say anything or do anything but call in sick, as she came to his ‘rescue’ and at her suggestion would take his shift. He’d also never say anything because his wife would not like the things they’d been doing at seedy hotels and her house for the last few weeks.
Sometimes it got hungry faster than other times, probably because of its appetite, which was powerful. Tonight would be a good night to finish off one of those men it’d been dreaming with. It checked in on some patients – always good to be on top of the job expected of the body so as to be above reproach – and made sure that all was well.
Thomas Duncan was just right for tonight. His dreaming had been short, but very hard on him, and the fight he put up during the dreaming was so…cute. He had such spark, and would be a perfect taking for the month.
As the time drew it could feel its urge to feed growing, in anticipation of the power it would receive. It made small talk with Eric, the nurse at the monitoring station, and left some clouds in his mind – he’d not pay any attention to the screen even if he saw it. Same thing went for Lucas, the guy who took care of the computers on this floor during the day. It almost wanted to skip it was so excited!
“Boo!” it said quietly, with the cute smile it had practiced so much and enjoyed. This body got a lot of attention from men, all good, and had a disarming way about it. Duncan woke up a little more and as his vision cleared he smiled a little at Anna’s body.
“Rarr!” it said, making fake claws and baring its teeth while smiling, and intentionally letting a little of its true visage come to the surface…better to give him a little taste of the fear now, a little uncertainty to tug at his mind before she came back. “Don’t worry sleepy-boo…I’ll show you all of me later,” it said, pointing its finger suggestively at him. And in a whisper it knew he’d wonder if he really heard, “…that’s when you’ll die…” With that she watched for a moment as his painkillers kicked in, pushing him closer to sleep, and then left the room.
No one suspected. No one knew. This was the perfect life! Its last body worked at a jail, and while that seemed like a good place at first, it was terrible. Too limiting. The body before that was a teacher, which was okay, too, for regular nibbling, but all the real takings had to be done elsewhere. That made things hard. The hospital was much better.
Into the room it went and behind the closed door she gently woke Thomas Duncan, TGsgt, USAF, medically retired. He was groggy and understandably confused, and it smiled, then held him, then showed him its true visage. He tensed in pure terror. Silence followed and it began the slow, luxurious taking, losing awareness of the room in the moment.
The door burst open, but with no sound. The two men poured into the room, with no sound. It turned, drunk in the moment but now aware of the intrusion, and the truth of the sight shocked them, but not enough to stop them from acting. One of them fired a handgun, striking the body twice in the torso. It lashed out with its mind, holding that man in place, but in that instant the other man fired his gun, striking it in the chest. The body was weak, lacking a soul. It could only keep the AH Puq rooted in this world so long as it was fed, and when feeding it was completely vulnerable. The spirit felt an instant of intense pressure, then nothing.
The body hit the floor, dead as it should have been 3 years ago when bacterial meningitis had actually taken poor Anna McPherson during her spring break. That the two hunters would take the body and hand it off to a contact in SAVE, and that the nurse would essentially disappear, destined to become an urban legend, would hurt the family as much as her death would have – or, rather, as much as their knowledge of her true death would have.
Gordon and Jackson thundered down the highway, the Charger’s glass pack muffler doing its job to announce the downshift into 3rd gear to pass a minivan that dared to go the speed limit.
“How was that?” Jackson asked. Gordon raised an eyebrow.
“Mahogany or teak?”