Caveat: A Short Story

Hektor finds what he's looking for a mere three blocks from his abode, though it's far to close to where he lives. He could follow her, cajole her to further places with his chiseled features and vaguely familiar yet foreign accent, if all else failed there was enticing simplicity of hypnosis, though such acts could be readily interpreted by an outsider looking in, damning all attempts to feed this night and besides; Hektor enjoyed that very idea that they accepted their fate with the added caveat of death.

Caveat emptor

Life emanated from her on a level that aroused his senses, he could still sense the subtle complexities of the wine that lingered upon her lips, the steak and vegetables barely concealed by the dusted loaves of artisan bread dolled up by freshly churned butter. She would die because she reminded him of a meal he once ate over a thousand years ago.

Instinct and verbiage sculpted throughout the years and polished to fit the current locale made simple work of her defenses, the words passed the two of them were barely worth remembering as he brought her home. No one remembers what's been said to a cow lead to the slaughter, why should he?

She's stripping her clothes off inside of ten minutes once the threshold is breached, the door closing behind her as the heavy click of …show more content…
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