GITJ Post 291: A Date at the Movies, Epilogue

In the end she tore him out by the root, and suddenly the blood was everywhere…

Marisela Vasquez had known she couldn’t go out with the rest of them tonight. They’d planned a trip to the movies a few days ago, to go see the new She-Hulk thing. She liked Marvel as much as everyone, but Melissa would be there, and he’d be there…so Marisela knew what might happen. And if she had the same sort of reaction - or maybe one even stronger still, as these things seemed to be getting - who could know what weird shit could go down? She figured she should probably be alone, at home. To be safe. So everyone else would be safe. It was kinda scary, what was happening to her, how she was changing. But it was also thrilling. Darkly thrilling. It freaked her out…but, secretly, she didn’t want it to stop.

The first one she’d felt around 9:30 or so. She’d been on her laptop, writing code like a madwoman, her new pet project. This echo of this orgasm of his, was odd, subtle. She could tell that somehow Melissa wasn’t even touching him. But still, it lit her skin, it made her teeth ache. She texted the other girls; they’d felt it too. Apparently the two of them had left the group, were alone somewhere, or in Melissa’s car.

Marisela had to get a drink of water.

She went back to her laptop. Would that be it? Was it over for the night? Part of her, haha, was actually a little disappointed. She ran her tongue across her eye teeth and thought back to Thursday, the party at work. God, I mean, we all sorta freaked out, she remembered, all that laughing and screaming. Amelia and the soda machine, what Randi did with her jaw. But, she felt, with her it was different. Yes, she put the hole in the wall, but it took all her strength to not tear out of there and go, like, nuts. She’d felt possessed but she had to admit: it also felt good. So it was bittersweet, thinking that maybe this was it for the night, tonight. Was Melissa really done with him?

No.

The second one, fifteen minutes or so later, made Marisela scream. He’d been in Melissa’s mouth, he was down her throat! The feelings, the furious imagery flashed lightning streaks through her vision. On his climax they erupted from her gums full force, and from her fingers, claws. Her skin lit on fire this time, and the strange soreness in her upper back, between her shoulder blades, was much greater now than ever before. Her laptop toppled off of her as she stood and ripped, baring her teeth and breasts. She gasped, absorbing it, and felt the burn behind her eyes, the heat in her chest. There was no holding back tonight, she knew. She didn’t want to hold back. Her eyes went wide, she looked to and fro, scanning her small apartment with a boiling frenzy and a vision that edged past the visible spectrum. She needed to get out. There was a whole city full of their weak little bodies out there, all the little piggies. She couldn’t ignore the instinct, the drive, the compulsion any longer. She had to hunt…

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Though she’d spent countless nights in her teens and early twenties in places like this one, Marisela hadn’t done this in nearly a year, gone to one of the city’s dark, underground clubs, throbbed to the heavy music along with everyone else in their mesh and their piercings. And she’d never done it alone. She’d all but flown out of her flat, rabid but with the presence of mind, at least, to put on a new top. Black lace, matching her brief black shorts. Her dark hair flew wild about her face on the crowded floor as she danced. The noise - metal, guitars, howling - only fed her lust, which had not faded. She’d found her mark easy, quickly, and drawn him towards her. She’d actually recognized him, one that had dishonored one of her friends in a year past. She felt like a dark, silent siren, now filled with vengeance; that made her smile. Her pheromones would make him want it, when the time came, she could see it in his piggy eyes.

“A-are those things real?” the male-thing asked as they danced, body-to-body, struggling to be heard over the caterwaul of the singer onstage and its chainsaw rhythms. Surprisingly, that question wasn’t about her tits - which, tonight haha, looked glorious.

“You’ll find out later, when I’m raking them down your back,” she growled, showing him her talons and smiling at the dark depth and tenor of her voice and thinking: or clawing your face, cracking your throat.

“huh-huh,” it laughed, the ignorant swine still unaware his fate was already sealed. Within the hour, she’d have him in his bed. There’d be no morning for piglet, she knew, as she leaned down into him on the dance floor and pierced her teeth into his shoulder. The taste of him ignited her lust and he moaned, already under her spell.

“Come with me,” she commanded, her eyes taking his as powerfully as her hand, each dragging him out through the crowd. Out to the alley: bloody kisses, the first taste of his fear. But he lived close, and they were there in minutes. Door slammed, locked. His clothes soon in shreds, his body launched through the air onto the edge of the thin mattress with its unmade sheets as she laughed and slowly knelt by the bed between his legs, flashing her fangs. The spellbound terror in his eyes was nearly as delicious as his skin would soon be. He would be in her mouth in moments…

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…in the end she tore him out by the root, and suddenly the blood was everywhere.

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