FanFiction: Raw Meat
Title: Raw Meat
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What we do, what we speak its all in preparation for what is to come.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine, never were mine!
Author's Notes: This Fic was written for
writerinadrawer, when we had the prompt of a diary entry from a character in S1 (well the team I was working on was). This is what I came up with. So far I haven't had any feedback from the folks over there, so feedback is gonna be real helpful this time round. 331 Words!
Warnings/Spoilers: Dark-ish themes, Spoilers for S1 Episode Countrycide (although I'm sure I don't have to warn for S1 spoilers any more!)
Raw Meat.
The taste was something you would get use to over time. It’s tough if not treated correctly, but we always take great care in making sure it is as it should be. The new people that arrived smelled so sweet the smell lingering in the air as they moved around the small houses. We hadn’t tasted something like these people in such a very long time.
Our mouths start watering as the first two are brought to us. They struggle but we like that, a lot. It is a thrill when they fight back it makes the killing of them that little bit sweeter.
We curse loudly, shouting at each other to do something as one of them gets away. But we smile as we realize we still have the young dark haired man and the teenager. They won’t be going any where for a very long time. Taking a step towards the man, we take our frustration out on him. It is music to our ears to hear each person cry out when we hurt them, to see the fear in their eyes. What we do, what we speak its all in preparation for what is to come.
We love this time of year, it is just before the rains come. It’s when the people start to get lost and we help them out. Some people have the fresh smell to them, we remember one person smelling of the in coming rain. It was all sweet, heavenly.
That was the best year we had, ah the young woman has finally been returned to us. This is going to be a good year as well, for us all. So much fresh meat. So many different tastes that will be crossing our lips, we lick our lips in anticipation of what is to come. So many delicious smells all for us and no one is going to stop us. This is our time; no one can take this from us…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What we do, what we speak its all in preparation for what is to come.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine, never were mine!
Author's Notes: This Fic was written for
writerinadrawer, when we had the prompt of a diary entry from a character in S1 (well the team I was working on was). This is what I came up with. So far I haven't had any feedback from the folks over there, so feedback is gonna be real helpful this time round. 331 Words!
Warnings/Spoilers: Dark-ish themes, Spoilers for S1 Episode Countrycide (although I'm sure I don't have to warn for S1 spoilers any more!)
Raw Meat.
The taste was something you would get use to over time. It’s tough if not treated correctly, but we always take great care in making sure it is as it should be. The new people that arrived smelled so sweet the smell lingering in the air as they moved around the small houses. We hadn’t tasted something like these people in such a very long time.
Our mouths start watering as the first two are brought to us. They struggle but we like that, a lot. It is a thrill when they fight back it makes the killing of them that little bit sweeter.
We curse loudly, shouting at each other to do something as one of them gets away. But we smile as we realize we still have the young dark haired man and the teenager. They won’t be going any where for a very long time. Taking a step towards the man, we take our frustration out on him. It is music to our ears to hear each person cry out when we hurt them, to see the fear in their eyes. What we do, what we speak its all in preparation for what is to come.
We love this time of year, it is just before the rains come. It’s when the people start to get lost and we help them out. Some people have the fresh smell to them, we remember one person smelling of the in coming rain. It was all sweet, heavenly.
That was the best year we had, ah the young woman has finally been returned to us. This is going to be a good year as well, for us all. So much fresh meat. So many different tastes that will be crossing our lips, we lick our lips in anticipation of what is to come. So many delicious smells all for us and no one is going to stop us. This is our time; no one can take this from us…