Dark Visions (2)

1 My name is William P. I am a child of New York City. I haunt the city streets at night, a creature of desires and hungers. I am also an observer of change, for change is the great metamorphosis of time. There is a sublimeness about change, some holiness about the sudden alteration of reality. It is magnificent!

Changed happened to me, irrevocably.

I live in one of the flats along Central Park. Yes, my home is of luxury and comfort and privacy, and I have endured trials to attain it. I live alone in this flat. But that was not always so.

An intimate friend of mine, Reyes Jones, had phoned me.

"Will," he had said. "I'm in desperate times. I need a place to go."

My heart is not so cruel that I would have refused him.

Reyes Jones moved in, and he brought along with him good cheer and utterfly fascinating stories.

We would sing songs together and discuss everything from the ancient Mayan rites to the 'sky city' of Japan that began construction in 2002. Reyes Jones was brilliant and his words never dulled. He was also a most excellent cook. In the evenings, sometimes I would come home from work and find delightfully prepared dishes-roasted duck in blue bon sauce, pettuci noodles sprinkled lightly in fine salvata swiss cheese, beef soup conjured with exotic dishes from India, and numerous other dishes.

Thus, our living went on in such a way for a while. But, one day something changed.

It was the weekend-no responsibilities for the day, time at my leisure. I slept late, and awoke to the sound of a shower. As I rose and entered the hallway, Reyes Jones was just emerging from the bathroom.

I froze at the sight of him. Electricity jolted through my being.

This was the moment of change.

Reyes Jones had a light-tan towel wrapped around his waist. He had a strong, muscular body with a smooth, soft skin tone (I knew his body shape but had never looked at him in such rendering).

Reyes Jones suddenly looked quite delicious. I could not help but lick my lips.

"You work out, Reyes?"

"Gotta maintain my health," he grinned.

Yes, he certainly looked healthy.

From that moment, I hungered for Reyes Jones. It was unnatural hunger, and so I kept myself from expressing my hunger to Reyes Jones.

But oh! how agonizing the days moved! how flauntingly Reyes Jones flexed his muscles! how tender and firm his butt must be!

Thus the days passed and no other thoughts dewelled in my mind saved that of Reyes Jones. No other dreams graced my sleep saved that of Reyes Jones.

What was I to do? The momentum, the craving kept climaxing and climaxing, but there could be no release.

Finally, one evening I decided I had to tell Reyes Jones.

He was sitting on the sofa, watching tv. I approached him from behind and slowly began to rub his shoulders.

"You like that?" I asked him, trying to relax him for what I wanted to let him know.

"Yeah, it feels nice."

"There's something I want to let you know," I spoke softly.

"What's that?" he asked, more focused on the tv.

I leaned down into his ear. "I want to eat you," I said. I leaned down further and licked the side of his neck, tasting him.

"WOAH!!!" he bolted up. "What are you doing?!" He stared at me inexplicably.

"I want your body," I told him.

"I'm...I'm not like that," he stammered. "I favor only women."

What was this talk about favoring only women? I did not see how it related to the current circumstance. I began to wonder at Reyes Jones' meaning, but the fear in his eyes excited me, so I leaped forward and tackled him.

"NO!" screamed Reyes Jones, struggling, trying to throw me off him. "We can't do this!"

I pinned him beneath me, then made it so the bare of his neck was exposed. I pressed my salivating mouth to his neck. I bit down into his exquisite sinew, tasting the blood as well, which had squirted onto my face.

"WHAT...THE...FUCK?!" screamed Reyes Jones, now violently flailing.

I clamped down hard on his flesh and tore off a chunk. I spit the soon to be savored chunk aside so I could speak. "I told you I wanted to eat you," I said.

"My god..." he gurgled and gaggled and then died.

I carried Reyes Jones and placed him in the bathtub, so he could be properly cleaned. I then went to the kitchen and laid out all the necessary utensils (the first being the meat cleaver), spices, and pans.

Preparation for such a meal takes time and delicate handling. After all, it is not everyday one has such splendid fare.

The shower stopped running. And a few moments later, Reyes Jone emerged into the kitchen.