Softly and silently you creep down the stairs and ease open the front door. The cool air strikes your clammy, naked skin but you hardly notice. You sniff the air and the hunger reawakens within you. You move silently though the twilight of your town. You can smell food.
As you walk through a dark ally, you smell something else, mixed with the mouth-watering fragrance of humanity. Alcohol. A man is following you. No doubt he thinks he is being stealthy but his drunken steps are like cymbals to your newly keen ears. You spin around with a grace that you have never thought you possessed. He stops dead in his tracks.
He is dressed in a black suit and tie that slough off his form like rolls of fat. He literally reeks of alcohol. He must have been drinking all night. Yet even beneath the hideous odors of sweat, beer and smoke lurks the aroma of his delicious flesh.
You step closer to him, almost against your will. The hunger surges through you.
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