Free The Feeding House by Josh Savill Page A

you. You hear me? You’ve got two minutes before I start shooting. I’ve shot men for less than his before and don’t think I won’t do it again!” Valerie was right up in Jacks face now as she pointed the gun directly at his chest. Her voice alone was enough to scare a man into doing pretty much anything.
    Jack tried to respond but couldn’t only small half words came out as he fumbled around trying to form a sentence or explanation as to what had gone on but he was in too much shock after he had almost fed on the man that had started a fight with him. He knew that the final part of the transformation was soon to take place, he knew that he’d need to feed but he didn’t think that it would be that easy to do it, if it wasn’t for Valerie’s sudden arrival he would be feeding now and it would all be over.
    The women who had been down on the floor had now got up and composed herself and decided to intervene in the heated situation grabbing Valerie’s arm with a desperate look in her eyes “Don’t kick him out, he’s done nothing wrong he was protecting me if anything this man’s a hero old Toby down there had a huge debt and wanted more. He was getting violent because of the drink if it wasn’t for the arrival of this stranger then he’d probably be beating on me now and getting what he wanted please don’t punish this man he’s my saviour.”
    Valerie looked at the girl dead in the eyes and could tell that it was the truth. Her body language began to open up and she lowered the gun down to her side she took a sigh seeming to be slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t get to shoot a man today. Her pride seemed to be slightly bruised as well for jumping to a conclusion of the situation and trying to follow it through with full force.
    “I guess that I owe you an apology sir,” began Valerie as she tried to avoid eye contact with Jack it was obvious that apologies were not something that she was used to. “You can stay. I suppose we’re lucky that we have a big strong man round these parts now who actually has a good head on his shoulders. You have my thanks,” She now looked down at the man on the floor checking out the damage that Jack had inflicted on him “Well it seems to me that you beat on this man pretty furiously. I’ll get him out of here in a minute but if he doesn’t survive he isn’t going to be missed the man’s been a thorn in my side for a long while now.”
    Jack sat in his room for the next few hours nursing a bottle of whiskey that Valerie had given to him as a thank you gift for sorting out the problem that had occurred earlier that day. The alcohol swam around in Jacks mind bringing an open minded form of relief that he had much needed since he had woken up. It was a beautiful night and Jack had the curtains open allowing a humid breeze to come into the room. It brought a welcome comfort to his skin as he sat drinking from the nearly empty bottle and smoking deep on his current cigarette. He had many of them that night, chain smoking one after another, only feeling content when he had one lit in his mouth.
    The need to feed had not returned but Jack had thought a lot about the events that had occurred that evening, he worried about when the urges would build up again and if they would come again in the same intensity as they had before . It was as if he couldn’t control himself it felt like a natural action like breathing or walking and that was the thing that scared Jack the most. He also remembered his strength, the way that he could take that punch without feeling anything and the way that he felt he barely even lifted a finger to put that man into a deep state of unconsciousness.
    These things combined scared Jack more than any other part of the transformation and knew that it wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t resist any l onger and he would have to feed. He could feel a dull urge building up inside of him even now. It seemed as though it was always there pulling