Someone was in the kitchen, with or without Dinah. Jim crawled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as her made his way down the stairs.
“Nora?” he mumbled as he rounded the corner. “That you in…”
He gasped at the sight of the kitchen. The fridge and the big freezer were both open, and every scrap of beef, pork, and poultry was gone. The remnants were all over the floor, cabinets, and counters; the place looked like a delicatessen crime scene. In the middle of it all, human and naked, was Nora, splattered with blood and bone marrow. She was busy tearing into a raw chicken, occasionally eating like a human would before descending into a teeth and nails frenzy.
“Ahem!”
Nora came out of her feeding binge and looked up at Jim, wide eyed and embarrassed.
Jim smirked. “
She chuckled. “I woke up, and I was so hungry. I had this craving for meat, raw meat, and once I started, I couldn’t stop.” She looked over the carnage. “Man, I didn’t even realize…”
“It’s all right. Finish up, and we’ll get this cleaned up. How’s your libido?”
Nora shrugged. “Don’t feel horny in the least. Maybe that’s why I was so hungry.” She set the chicken carcass down on the floor, suddenly disinterested in eating.
“We’ll figure it out. Go get yourself cleaned up, I’ll handle this.”
His bizarre girlfriend nodded, and skipped out of the kitchen, but not before giving Jim a bloody kiss on the cheek. He stood there with a dopey look on his face, and sighed.
“I’ve created a monster,” he groaned.
After the cleanup…
Thu May 2 07:40:19 2002