Food Stuff (D&G)

The smell of breakfast floated everywhere in the two story house.

So when the father called it ready, everyone in the house came flying down the stairs.
-"Boy! Am I hungry this morning!", said young Fred, as he was bringing his glass to his lips.

His mother said, as any mother would, that he should be careful not to stain his shirt. Fred's sister, Hannah, laughed as she was singing he was still a baby. -"I'm gonna rip your eyes out, you b..."

-"Hep! Hep!", said the father, putting one finger on his son's cheek, pushing a little. -"No big words are allowed in here, you know that..."
After that, breakfast was resumed in an uneventful way, like every other day.

On the radio, there was alternatively music and news; In a food plant, a quarantine had to be put in effect after a strain of flu had been found on some filtering parts of the plant's mechanisms. Three men had escaped a transition center a few hours before, and of course, the nice story about a cat found entangled in exposed wires, in an abandoned house. Animal activists were all on it like a child on candies, on Halloween Night.

Thirty minutes later, then, everyone was busy preparing for a visit to Grandma's house. The kids were wishing she had prepared her famous "Blood Biscuits" as they called it. It was not a biscuit as is usually recognized, but the texture of the meal felt like it. Kids were definitely fond of it!

The mother, in the cuisine, was checking on some papers when the doorbell rang, echoing in the night.
Still looking at a few bills, she went to answer the door, asking absentmindedly if any one was expecting a visit.

But the stench that assailed her nostrils as she began opening the door brought her back into reality. Before she could see what was behind the door, she let go of a piercing shriek, walking back as fast as she could, dropping the papers on the floor.

The door, silently, was pushed back. There, against the pitch black of the night, stood a man, dressed with dirtied escapee clothes, smelling of garlic, affecting the woman like the Fires of Hell had been thrown at her.
Had she had any chance, she would have been sick to her stomach. But two things happened that prevented her from doing anything, aside from dying.
First, electricity was cut. It's not that she had trouble to see in the dark, it was more that she didn't expect it, her mind already perturbed by the odor.
Second, another man came from behind and stabbed her in the heart with a sharp broken plank from the family's fence. As the man let her fall on the floor, he could see her eyes filled with terror, while her lips moved, making no sound but that of dripping blood...

As soon as the mother began shrieking, her husband rushed to the kids side, making sure they were safe. They then also perceived the stench of who ever was at the door. When electricity was cut, he knew his family was attacked, so he hid his children as best he could, before going down to help his wife.
The debilitating scent was everywhere now, overwhelming the senses. So it was slowly that he went down the stairs.
Covering his mouth and nose with one hand, he felt like his heart stopped when he saw his wife on the floor, in a pool of blood, a wooden stick pointing to the sky, from her chest.
He could hear muffled noises. It was the assailants. He had hoped for only one, but there were many, apparently.
Without making any sound, he passed his wife's body and got to the wall on the other side. His back on it, he slowly went to the side where he heard the noises coming from. Carefully, he looked on the other side.

There, three men, obvious escapees, had found flashlights and were about to search the house, apparently believing themselves alone.
Engulfing rage seized the husband, and he jumped, without warning, at the throat of the closest of the killers.

Catching the man by the throat, the father crushed it remorselessly, even enjoying the snapping he felt under his fingers, and the choked, gurgling sound of the dying man.

The two other men, still at first, quickly lashed at the father, hitting him with pieces of wood they also had.

Hitting the father in the back more than twenty times, piercing his skin and sending flows of blood everywhere, one of the killers was grabbed by the arm, and it snapped like a twig. But the father fell down, having lost too much blood in the fight.

The remaining killer, looking nervously around him, suddenly said; -"[Crap]! Look, toys!!! They also have kids!"
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The sun was about to rise. A police officer closed the shades. The father, given care by the paramedics, was sitting on the bloodied couch, covered with whatever was left of the killers.

He could hear the laughter of his kids, playing in the cuisine with another police officer.

The detective got closer to the father. -"I've just received news from the hospital. Your wife's gonna be okay. She will need a massive transfusion, but doctors expect her to be released by the same time, tomorrow."
-"Your kids are great, you know?", said the detective.
-"If they hadn't put their fangs in the killers' necks, they might just have killed you for good."

The father agreed. Luckily, it wasn't everyday that food could try to kill you.

reply to post by NowanKenubi


Good job! I am hungry for some blood biscuits now...

reply to post by antar


I'll go to the oven to prepare a bunch just for you!

Thanks!

reply to post by NowanKenubi


Who needs guard dogs when you have vampire spawn

Thanks for the read

reply to post by Whateva69


Would you like some blood cookies, too? They're still freshly dripping!...

reply to post by NowanKenubi


Clever and funny. Good job!

reply to post by NowanKenubi


"I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the rose."
--Lestat


That was a cool story. Innocent people sometimes lose their lives at the hands of criminals, for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Nice to see it turned around in your story !!

S&F !!

reply to post by Ceriddwen
Thanks! Glad you liked it!


reply to post by SonoftheSun


Thanks! It's true I like when things are turned around, sometimes, as it gives you a fresh new look, even if it is a boring one! LOL And its also true that a society of vampires feeding on farmed human bloods ARE innocent people, too...