Looking around the club brought back memories of when she lived in New York fifty or so years ago. It was 3am and she was just leaving a Go-Go club where she had been bar tending when two men came out of an alley. She could feel their gaze upon her. There were kine on the street nearby so she decided to try and avoid the men. As they left the area they started taunting her, she walked faster. “Where you going girly-girl.” “Don’t you want some of dadeo, kitten,” the other said. Emma ignored them and kept walking. The men kept following, almost like they were herding her.

“The fools.” She thought. “I’m hungry,” whispered the beast. “Maybe soon,” answered Emma. The man who called her kitten must have heard her speaking to the beast. “Kitten, it will be sooner than you think.” She could see the next corner when three other men came out of the alley she was passing. The five men surrounded her and forced her into the alley.

Emma coward down into a small ball as if she thought she could melt into the dirt. Hee hee if they only knew. She made some whimpering sounds as the beast became louder. “I want to eat now! Show them who’s boss!”

The men crowded in to attack. “What’s the matter kitten? Cat got your tongue?” The man chuckled in a dry cruel manner. She could hear the others discussing what they wanted to do to her, disgusting things which no lady should ever hear. “There’s no other beast present, what are you waiting for?” Her beast was becoming demanding. Emma, pushed the beast from her mind so she could think clearly. Listening for their sounds, she could hear the creak of a leather jacket. She sniffed the air and didn’t smell a gun, that was good news. She was fast but not that fast. Her guess was knives and fists. When they were close enough that she could smell their wretched breath, she went into action. Sinking into the ground then springing up like a diver would cut into the water, she knocked them like billiard balls. Knocking each into unconsciousness, Emma paused over the man who called her kitten. With one claw she carved ‘meow’ into his flat but untoned stomach. She then fed a little from each one. Making sure to seal the wound with a flick of the tongue, Emma gave a little smile and nod before walking home in a very satisfied manner.