Shreya’s Story: Part Five

Something that Aunt Kali’s memories didn’t prepare me for was the all encompassing hunger after siring another. Emptiness spread from my belly to my brain, leaving me foggy but determined to find a meal. 

I dragged Aarti along, the fragrance of blood drawing me to a couple in an alleyway. The hunger heightened my senses, and, before we were within fifty feet of them, I knew they weren’t good people, knew they deserved the fate I was about to give them. She was a prostitute, ready to stab ...