Chauncey sat down at a round table. He had a plate, next to the plate a gun and a fork. The plate was placed on of a plaid towel. Which was really from a torn shirt.
On the plate, five eyeballs to the upper left, to the right, human chitterlings and sliced heart meats glazed in baked beans. With a side of green beans and rice.
He stuck his fork into the eyeball. He put it towards his back fangs, his back molars sharp. His tooth pierced it; he closed his eyes in delight at the 'pop' sound. He looked at the table and snapped his fingers. "Blood." he got up from the table and went to the small kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed the picture of blood. He leaned it; the blood ran to the side slow. He tilted it again, the same slowness.
Chauncey owned a griddle. He turned it onto the lowest setting. He put the picture of blood on the griddle and took the top off. He opened the drawer and took a large spoon. Chauncey stirred the blood; it was thick and difficult to turn. As it heated up, it became easier.
He opened the cabnet and grabbed a small glass meant for wine. He took the blood off the griddle and turned it off. Chauncey poured himself a glass of blood. Moving to the refrigerator again, in the side door was a cup of fingers.
He took a finger out the cup and placed it in his glass of blood. "some flavor."
Chauncey went back to the table and sat down with his cup. He picked p the fork and took a slice of heart. He dipped the heart into the wine glass of blood. "Back from where you came."
It was rather juicy and he admitted a cow's heart tasted better then human. Baldwin, not his real name but who gave a fuck, the nigga was dead. He must have liked salt, probably had some heart problems. The texture was a little tough.
He scooped up some rice and added an eyeball for more flavor. Although the eyes didn't provide much taste even with the added salt beforehand.
He took a sip of blood staining his lips. "I should eat the vamp I have in the cage." he told himself. Yes, he had a pet, he named him Agus. Baldwin was good before he died but he was an unhealthy human. Chauncey drunk from his cup, tilting it so the blood flowed down his throat.
Blood was actually quite healthy. Not in large amounts, he was being greedy. But he had the means so he drunk how much he wanted. He leaned back and groaned, "I forgot the bone marrow." Which was the best part of the meal. He ate another heart slice with some green beans.
An excellent combo.
He made a note in his head how to fix his next dish. A vampire can't have just blood. They had to eat the bone too. And he was creole, he wouldn't let food just go to waste.
Tomorrow he would like to have some liver with orange juices. Fired liver—No. Lungs were pretty nice. So, chicken liver because he couldn't stomach human liver and maybe some human lungs. What would be the side dish? What about ears dipped in barbecue. Pig ears were diecious especially when glazed in honey.
Oh! What about lips? There two kinds of lips, pussy lips and mouth lips. It was hard to find a fat pussy bitch. You had to handle it with care. He liked squeezed it together, making it extra fat. The best part was licking it.
He licked his lips at the thought. What happened to O'Liga? He wished his son was around. He wasn't that kind of person. But he knew some things like he liked working out. However the boy probably had too much protein, that would go down with ease.
The door rang. He towards the Livingroom and sipped his blood. He ate some green beans and rice. He used the blood in the cup for dipping now. The door rang again. He ate an eye ball, and another. He dipped the eye in the blood. He admired the new art he created.
A blood shot eye, how wonderful.
Below his belly button, a heat summoned and made its way down his dick. His dick started to get longer and that was terrible for Chauncey. The doorbell rang again.
Chauncey leaned in his chair. He ate the eyeball slowly. The doorbell rang three times. Chauncey was horny, he could go jack off right now. The doorbell rang once, now it was thumping.
Chauncey horny state died. Chauncey was upset. He grabbed a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth. The doorbell rang again... and again... and again.
Chauncey got up; his head twisted from shoulder to shoulder. He exited the kitchen and took his pants off. The doorbell rang and then it knocked. His goddamn dick also knocked against his legs as he marched to the door and opened it.
His fangs were ready for a piece of neck although he had just eaten. "What?"
"You look fucking lethargic." the man looked him up and down. "Why are you naked?"
"Stop disturbing me." his eyes bewildered and bloodshot. "Are you drunk?" asked the man. Chauncey responded in a low tone, "What the fuck do you want Peppermint?"
Peppermint twinkled, showing off his Peppermint fangs. On his tongue, a gold peppermint piercing. "What are you doing?"
"Tryin' to fuck myself. Do you mind?"
"Got a package for you big man." he pulled a brown box out of a ball of darkness. "Happy family reunion."
The box folded open revealing a decapitated head. It was grey and rottening. "He's dead?" he spoke in a hushed tone. Chauncey covered his mouth and whimpered, "I finally got my peace!"
"Congratulations. Is that all you wanted?"
"No..." he braced himself on the door's edge. "It's not..."
Peppermint licked his fangs, "What more do you ask of God?"
He looked at him from the corner of his eyes, "Your job." He grabbed him by his neck and pulled him into the apartment. His eyes flashed pink, "Give me your fucking soul!"