Midnight Snack

Midnight Snack


As I walk around the city I wonder what type of individuals are out this time of night.  Just past midnight the city has come to a crawl, even the bars, pubs, and anyplace where alcohol is served has begun to close their doors.  I walk, feel the air heavy and damp as it enters my lungs with each breath I take, I walk with no destination in mind, simply walking in a city that has been around for more than 350 years.  The cobblestone streets feel slick as my shoes hit the ground.  I see a man stumble out of a club, leaning on a wall after he takes a few steps out into the street.  He pulls his zipper down, takes out his dick and begins to piss on the sidewalk.  He stands roughly sixty feet from where I stopped, I watch him piss.  I watch him for a few minutes and I walk away from him, watching him from the corner of my eye as I walk the opposite direction.  I walk all the way around the block toward the parking lot to the club.  I see him as I walk around the corner, he is fumbling with his front pockets, I assume he is looking for his keys since he is standing next to a car. 

I walk up to him, wait a few minutes before I speak, “Can I help you get into your car?"  He lifts his head, heavy from all the alcohol consumed throughout the night.  He looks at me, his left eye half closed, he takes a deep breath, yawns, and tells me he lost his keys in the bar.  He places his left hand in his right pocket, searching for the keys that someone had obviously taken from him sometime during the night.  “Tell you what, I will take you home tonight, you’re in no condition to drive anyway, so come on, let’s go”. 

He says nothing at first, puts his arm around me and speaks with a soft voice “ You would do that for me?  You’re a nice guy.”

We walk side by side for a few blocks in total silence, we get closer to the dock on the south side of the city next to the river.  There’s nothing to do here this time of night, so it’s a place where no one goes after the sun goes down.  As we walk I take out my knife and hold it in my right hand, I place the knife on his aorta and force the blade into the flesh and slide it toward the back of his neck.  He lets out a loud scream as I feel his soft silky blood spill into my hand, I smell the iron in the blood as it mingles with the thick air of the August Virginia night.  He calls me a motherfucker as he tries to run away, he falls to the ground just a few feet in front of me, he attempts to get up and falls again on the gravel and lands on his face.  I walk slowly to him, listening to his breathing slow with each passing second, his silhouette fills the poorly lit parking lot of the dock.  I walk to the river edge, kneel to the water, cup my hands and let water fill my hands as I gently lower them below the waterline, I slowly lift my hands up to my mouth and take a sip from the cool water.  I walk to him, he is almost dead now, I roll him on his back, rip off his shirt, place my knife at the bottom of his ribcage and thrust my knife deep into his body.  His eyes open wide, tears form in his eyes as I watch him bleed, the warmth of his body feels good on my hand the deeper I force it into him.  I pull out the knife and reach into the cavity I have created, feel around for his heart, close my fist when I find it and pull hard.  I have to pull on the heart a few times as the heart is firmly placed inside.  He is still alive as I pull his heart out and hold it in in front of his face.  I feel good for a moment, almost invincible as I stand over my prey with his heart in my hand.  Warm blood drips from my hand as I bring the heart close to my mouth and lick some of the blood.  I love the taste of fresh blood but I can taste the alcohol he consumed; he is obviously an avid drinker.  His mouth is open wide and I place the heart inside his mouth, he gags at first then he tastes his own blood, I place the heart in my mouth and take a bite.  The lining is tough at first but as soon as I get past it I feel the soft tissue give and I tear off a chunk.  I savor the smooth texture of the heart as he takes his last breath, his eyes are still open as I walk away enjoying my favorite snack,  as fresh as any snack can be.