[Feeding] Bloodless

It was… the logical choice. He, or at least his prey) was being hunted. He didn’t know if that meant someone was feeling and following his hunger being satiated, or something was following the feeling of blood being drained. It could be either but from his knowledge, it was probably the later.

Maybe. At the very least, something was tracking the feeling of x (JC) consuming y (a victim of JC). At least… humans.

JC had thought of it earlier. What if whatever mystical force couldn’t ‘detect’ feeding off ‘lower beasts’.

It was insane. There was no such thing as higher and lower beasts. At the same time, JC knew that wasn’t true. He’d tasted the blood of ‘lesser beasts’. It was like taking a shot of everclear vs. vodka. Sure. Both contained alcohol. Yet only was something you could stomach. Something you thirsted for when the evening dawned.

He held the lost pup. It struggled. It could sense what he was. And as cruel as it was… JC didn’t feed.

Quilt stopped him.

He’d felt it before. Fangs sunk into the necks of the innocent. Yet, that didn’t compare to now, holding the snarling puppy that couldn’t be more than a year old.

Why did it deserve more? It couldn’t be the innocence. Or the pleas/yelps for mercy. He prayed it wasn’t just the idea of the fur in his mouth. He hoped he was better than that.

*BEEP BEEP*

A car pulled up.

“Oh, thank god!” the driver said, not noticing how close JC’s mouth was to the dog’s neck“You found her. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled in the evening shadows, the small snarling canine in his arms forgotten in his hunger for a 'lesser animal' “Just get out for a second. I want to make sure it’s yours.”