Love Bites
By Jake Swartwout
The small back door squeaked open, revealing the interior of the bakery. A short girl struggled with the door and stepped outside, her pale skin seeming to glow in the darkness of the alley. She lifted the lid to a lone metal trashcan and stared into its emptiness, thinking.
Her bag enticed her to save it, smelling of sweet vanilla and sugar. She struggled with the decision, almost opening it up and eating the food inside. Her mind went back and forth, over and over, before finally she threw it in and slammed the lid.
She went back into her shop, the door swooshing shut behind her. Her soft cries could be heard from the alley.
The trashcan she used began to shake back and forth, then started violently rattling. It shook violently and the lid fell off onto the ground. A thing slowly unraveled itself from the interior and flopped onto the ground. Gradually, it took the shape of a man, snapping its limbs into place with fierce motions.
‘He’ picked up the bag and sniffed it. After a little thought, it tore the bag open with incredible strength, spraying the small cakes everywhere. He picked one up and slowly took a bite, its eyes widening.
“This is it. She’s using it.” It growled
A figure in the shadows shuffled, then responded
“I see. We shall have to execute her. Stay here and wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
And it coiled down back into the trashcan.
…
Jeff walked away from the shop and got in his car. He flipped through his key ring trying to find the right one. He shivered with the cold wind and looked around the car for the right key.
He was about to try one when he heard a scream.
He jumped, banging his head on the ceiling. He fiddled with the door and managed to get it open. The scream came again, this time from the alley. He recognized the voice! It was Taylor!
He sprinted harder and skidded around the corner.
Taylor was cornered, surrounded by 2 grotesque beings. She was trying to shrink away into the corner, clutching her bag of trash tighter.
He yelled.
They were on him.
He punched and kicked, trying to get their claws away from him. Their teeth were like saws, gouging out chunks of skin. He grabbed a pole and smashed it into the smaller one’s head.
It dissolved into smoke that got into his lungs and made him cough. The darker, larger one materialized out of the smoke and viciously slashed his face, tearing skin and knocking out teeth.
He collapsed and battled to stay awake. He saw the beast jumping away, drops of blood falling and sizzling on the ground.
Taylor ran over and hugged him, trying to wake him up.
He lifted his head, groggily saying: “I did it”
She gasped and cried out with joy. She pressed her face against his and kissed him passionately.
Some blood dripped from his teeth.
She pulsed, shuddering and cringing. She fell against the ground screaming, her jaw clenching and shaking. Her teeth slid around as screams flew by.
She was on him, mouth at his neck, this time him screaming.
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