Free The Feeding House by Josh Savill

for ever a moment as he sized up his opponent not thinking much of the man’s drunken state “As a matter of fact I do have a problem, I’d rather you leave that women alone if you owe her money you have no right to her services until you pay off your debt.” The women looked up at Jack from the floor a look of surprise and thanks filled her eyes as she now took an outsiders view on the situation that was unfolding in front of her.
    The drunkard had had enough of Jack talking and had decided that he didn’t like his attitude, stumbling momentarily backwards from the effort he swung his fist as hard as he could connecting with the side of Jack’s jaw sending his head sideways with no obvious signs of pain as his head simply followed the momentum of the punch. The man stumbled back into eye level with Jack recovering from the h ard punch that he had delivered. There was a moment of silence as the man looked in horror at Jack. Surely no man could take a punch like that without feeling anything even though he was drunk he could tell that the punch had been a bit harder than just a slight nick on the chin and anyway he felt it connect his knuckles hummed with the pain of the collision.
    Jack unnerved by the punch , slowly turned his head back into its original position and clicked his neck. He looked dead into the eyes of his attacker “My turn.” He said a glint of maddened rage brimmed out from his eyes as he looked at the terrified drunkard.
    Jack punched the man in the stomach as he held the man’s shoulder for support, the man let out a great gasp of air as he felt Jacks hard knuc kles push need into his stomach. It felt momentarily like the force of the punch was going to penetrate his organs. The man curled in agony from the punch his stomach burned with pain but Jack did not stop to allow him time to realise properly what had happened to him. He pushed the man, using only one palm that connected with his chest and threw the man across the room with unnatural force. The drunkard hit the wall on the far side of the hallway and hit his head hard against the wooden panelling. He began to bleed from the wound as he lay in a pile on the floor. He was out cold.
    Jack couldn’t stop himself a primal urge began to build up inside of him he didn’t know what it was and couldn’t describe this new feeling that ran through his mind . It was as if he had opened some form of flood gate. He jumped the remaining length of the hallway with no obvious effort and knelt down in front of the man pulling his head to the side to make the man’s juicy blood filled neck easily accessible. Jack felt his set of vampiric fangs slide down into place and his eyes turn completely black, he couldn’t control himself it was like an overwhelming lust that boiled inside of him. It wasn’t that he wanted to feed on this man it was that he needed to feed on him and he was about to do it.
    “What’s going on up here there best not be fighting because if there is I’ve got bullets with all your names on them,” Jack heard the unmistakable voice of Valerie behind him and his fangs quickly retracted and his eyes returned to their normal colour. The overwhelming urge to feed left him and he felt as though someone had just woke him up from a deep sleep by pouring ice cold water over his face.
    Valerie looked around at the scene that was before her. She saw the man lying unconscious on the floor and Jack standing there looking very guilty. The woman who the fight had been about was now getting to her feet. She looked very flustered but had seemed to calm down. Valerie was holding a large Winchester rifle by her side and did not look like the sort of person to carry one for show or be afraid to use it. She handled the gun with a worrying amount of expert precision.
    Valerie turned to Jack and began to point the gun in his face “What did I tell you about fighting? I knew you were a trouble maker. I want you out of her as fast as your legs can carry