Cannibal-Creatures

And as murky as her intentions were she still knew her direction. But more importantly: she knew that she refused to waste away waiting for him; she refused to be the damsel in distress to cower under his beastliness. If they were to painfully intersect, then it would happen on her terms. This is why she trudged through the snow-packed sidewalk with a sullen crunch. “Snow. I hate this fucking town.” She pulled up short, wavering, in the middle of the sidewalk. Her head weather-vaned, observing. Now, if I was a six-foot-three-plus-tall asshole, where would I go? Where are your hunting grounds? CHAPTER INDEX Book One Chapter 1 - The One That Got Away Chapter 2 - The Male Predator /Not A Vampire Chapter 3 - The Shephard Boy Chapter 4 - Her Hidey-Hole Chapter 5 - One Year Hence Chapter 6 - Coffee, My First Love Chapter 7 - His Prey Drive, Her Pills Chapter 8 - Attractive Nuisance To the front of her: a bakery cracking open its sleepy-lidded eyes with an aromatic

Her phone went off again, a minor reminder a text was waiting. She felt a prickle of curiosity. Maybe it was Joseph? Maybe she forgot something at the drug store? Was it work calling? Is it that sassy slut who thinks she runs the place? It's a florist shop for chrissake, not a modeling agency. There is no 'perfect bouquet.' In a cloud of thoughts, Heather entered her apartment with a huff, slapping the brown paper bag down on the table. It toppled over gracelessly, and her precious, precious pills clattered free. CHAPTER INDEX Book One Chapter 1 - The One That Got Away Chapter 2 - The Male Predator /Not A Vampire Chapter 3 - The Shephard Boy Chapter 4 - Her Hidey-Hole Chapter 5 - One Year Hence Chapter 6 - Coffee, My First Love Chapter 7 - His Prey Drive, Her Pills Chapter 8 - Attractive Nuisance Heather pulled a face and walked resignedly into the kitchen, administering her medicine. Troubled by her thoughts, and unsure how to reconcile them, she hid from them: