Free The Feeding House by Josh Savill Page B

quietly on the back of his mind reminding him of what he had to do to survive now it felt like a slight weight pushing down on his chest, one that he knew would only become more severe.
    There was a knock on the door and before an answer could be given it slowly opened just a crack and a head popped around the corner. It was the girl that he had helped earlier the one that the man was yelling at.
    “I hope I’m not interrupting anything sir I just wanted to drop by to say thank you,” the girl walked further into the room her whole body in plain view as she nervously and quietly closed the door behind her. She turned back to look at Jack “I’m awfully grateful for what you did earlier most people wouldn’t stop to help a person like me, my names missy by the way.”
    Jack sat back for a moment taking in the view of the women that stood in front of him . She couldn’t be any older than 22. She had that naïve look about her, not just in her eyes, but it seemed to flow the whole way through her body. She was good to look at and Jack allowed himself to stare at her for a moment as she entered into the room.
    “I just wanted to say thank you in the only way I know how,” The girl started to undress first pulling down one of the straps on her dress revealing the now white skin of her shoulder. Jack looked at her for a moment as she did so and was taken a back for a second mostly due to the alcohol that was clouding his judgement. As he got a view of more and more tender skin and the subtleness of her figure he began to feel the thirst build up inside him, slowly at the start but gradually as she took off more and more clothes, it became so much more severe he had to stop her. He had to take control of this now before it was too late and he fed on this woman.
    Jack tried to remain calm while he spoke trying to avoid the building lust to feed inside of him “I appreciate the offer but put your dress back on there’s other ways that you can thank me. You don’t have to give me your body for the night.”
    Jack thought he had done quite well in phrasing that as he knew better than anyone else that he wa s no good with mincing words as he would call it. Missy however seemed, it would be fair to say, insulted, slightly and embarrassed. She went bright red and began to scramble to put her dress back on as if she was trying to cover up every inch of exposed skin and feeling as though she would somehow be judged and ridiculed about it. Missy defensively wrapped her arms around herself.
    “I just thought that , you know, I needed a way to say thank you and you being a man and all I thought you would have jumped at the opportunity. I’m sorry to have offended you sir.” It wasn’t the words but the way that she phrased them that made the sentence seem sarcastic in the most subtle of forms almost as if instead of apologising to Jack she was in fact trying to make Jack feel bad for what he had done.
    Jack took the hint “Look its lovely you coming in here and I’m sure that a lot of men would jump at the opportunity, I mean you’re a beautiful women and all,” Missies eyes began to brighten and warm ever so slightly . Jack continued knowing that he was saying the right things. This was what she wanted to hear. “It’s just I’m a dangerous man missy I don’t know what’s going on with me or who I am any more but I don’t want to drag you into it, I just think that what you were offering would end up being a really bad idea, don’t ask me why I just do.”
    Curiosity turned to sympathy and interest very quickly and soon Missy’s mood changed completely. She sat herself down on the side of the bed and gave Jack the most comforting and understanding look she could. She didn’t know anything about him but at least she was willing to listen and she wanted to understand. The situation quickly diffused and the negativity that floated around the room intertwining itself with the smoke from Jacks cigarettes left the