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Quin yawned and slowly sat up with her fluffy blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She winced slightly at the twinge in her gut as she eased herself into a comfortable position and instinctively reached down and rubbed her belly a few times. It'd been a few weeks since her 'surgery' (if you could call being gutted like a fish surgery) and she knew that 90% of her 'pain' was purely psychological....the rest might just be in her head as well, but it felt like something had healed in the wrong place......

She was very lucky she had summoned up the courage to reach out to the nice vampire lady she had bumped into a few days after her turning, at the time she'd been in such a hurry to get out and find someone to nibble on she hadn't had a real chance to get to know her very well. She still didn't really but when Quin had showed up a few weeks later heavily pregnant the woman had informed her as kindly as possible that she was indeed in a bit of a fix. Quin hadn't been aware of the grimmer details of vampire 'pregnancies' but thankfully the vampire lady knew what to do..... sure it had been horrific, bloody and more than little eye watering to put it mildly, but it was far better than what would have happened if Quin had just walked around until it was time to 'burst out of her gut and eat her alive'.... it had been a narrow escape and she would never be able to thank her enough.

Fast forward a few weeks and Quin was now a happy little adopted stray, no longer forced to sleep in dumpsters (unless she wanted to of course) and in no need to 'flaunt' herself to earn some extra dollars by luring gullible fools into dark alleys. She also had a cluster of other brothers and sisters lurking around the place, some were direct blood relatives of her Step-Sire, some weren't, in this family it really didn't seem to matter as long as you didn't do anything incredibly stupid (something Quin had to be very careful about as she was well aware she was a bit of a dim bulb at times). She was thriving now, growing stronger every night and no longer making to worst mistakes possible...there was just some derping on her part now and then, which considering her near fatal pregnancy was pretty minor.....

Rubbing her eyes a few times she picked up her wig and starting deciding what to wear that night, she still had a taste for wearing night garments of one kind or another, tonight she was in a clean set of He-Man pajamas, though as they were child sized so they barely came to below the knees and the elbows . She would have to pick up a new set of Hello Kitty ones as soon as possible, she thought they had brought her luck in the past, which considering not ending up in he sewers with broken limbs was 'good luck' in her book back then might not really have been the case....

Quin strolled casually down the sidewalk enjoying the slight chill in the air. There was the promise of snow in the air and great plumes of steam issued from the mouth of the other people out on the town. She hadn't been in such a good mood since who-only knows when, she had a family for the first time since she'd been a child and this one wasn't anything like that one had been. Her foster family had always been a bit on the emotional distant side even before she was told that she wasn't really theirs, it had got even worse in her teens and had crumbled completely when by the time she'd left for college (something she had had to finance herself with endless waiting jobs, a brief time as a low class escort and the mandatory stint as a pole dancer...).

She'd dropped contact with them all together within a few short weeks of 'walking the halls', they'd done little more than keep her alive during her childhood and had reaped the rewards. The state provided her foster parent with enough money for all her needs, but more often than not she was forced to wear clothes donated to their local church and she was raised 'vegetarian' when her foster parents tucked into baby back ribs and steaks almost every day of the week. They grew fatter as she grew meaner, getting into fights with other pupils at her school when they made the mistake of making fun of her clothing became common and was always put down to her being from a 'poor' family.
Poor?....that was a joke!.....sure, the house had been inherited (along with enough cold hard cash to mean her foster parents didn't both need to work), but the boat?....the pool?.....if that was poor then she couldn't imagine what wealth must be like. As it turned out her foster parents had been 'creative' with their tax returns for over thirty years, some assets were strangely missing from the declarations and there was more than a few 'cousins' that had lent them the use of this or that cabin in mountains or sea front condo, who was hard to track down until magically they were around to help with some 'paper work' before disappearing again with thick wad of cash in their pocket.

Oddly enough, not long after dropping contact with her foster parents it seems someone had dropped the tax and revenue department a call and a few weeks later they were both splashed all over pages of the local papers. Not the front of course, but a few pages in....you couldn't have everything. A little after that a reporter had shown up at her dorm with some interesting questions regarding her foster parents, she of course had behaved as if it was all news to her and after a short chat she found out that there had been a string of foster kids in and out of her family over the years. Strange as it was she turned out to be one of the only ones they had kept for more than a few years....maybe they had loved her in their own dysfunctional way?....

Either way that was a long time ago, and now with a real family at her back she felt a sense of 'belonging' that she'd never experienced before. She was determined to make her adoptive sire proud, and as her talents seemed to lay in mauling people she was going to get as big and strong as she could. One day she'd be big enough to return all the favors her family had already bestowed on her, not because she had too, but because for the first time in her existence she wanted to do something for someone else. Quin now had people she actually cared about, even if she didn't 'feel' the emotion as most people did (her emotional depth and range was limited to say the least) she knew what the word meant and she was going to live up to it as much as she could.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a drunk sliding along an alley wall and then slump into a pile of trash bags....
....Dinner was served....or was it brunch?....maybe if fate smiled on her it would be....

It was had been a wonderful evening all in. She'd finally got out and had a chance to rub elbows with some more of her own kind and a few humans 'that were in the know' at a lovely opening party. She'd had a chance to meet hostess (whos speech had been a little difficult for Quin to concentrate on but more on that later), had bumped into a some of her family (including her Adoptive Sire who had dropped in) and had managed to rein in her insatiable hunger in the face of serious temptation.... she still had no idea who the vampire guy had been that had tried to climb over the bar to get at the bottles of 'House Red', but after a momentary lapse when her hunger surged she had managed to get herself back to her seat and not embarrass herself to greatly. Not long ago she'd have been rolling around on the ground with the guy trying to pry the bottles out of his hands whilst screeching like an alley cat in a tumble dryer.

She'd had to take off suddenly without having a chance to say goodbye to anyone, which was a shame as she was having a great time. But, as was the way with her life before being turned and even after, she had had take off and hunt down something to nibble before she found herself causing trouble at the party. The 'wine' had been lovely, but it didn't really help to keep the gnawing hunger down like 'the good stuff'.... she'd nearly lost it when one of the party goer's had pulled out a blood pack to lure away the frisky vampire guy, she'd heard a few bits and pieces about him being 'under the influence', but of what Quin had no idea (as was usually the case with most things). She had tried to keep up with a conversation between her 'Brother' and a couple of other vampires, but she was out of her depth and she knew it....if it had a too many long words, relied on understanding subtle innuendos or was on a topic that wasn't about the brewing illicit substances, shoes or the cuteness of puppies verses kittens she was generally lost within the first few minutes. So she'd tried not to look totally vacant and sucked on her 'modesty straw' until her bottle was empty....the 'straw' which was a re-purposed car aerial and allowed her to drink her 'wine' even when her fangs had decided that it would be a great time to extend in a room full of people. Sure, it might not be scary or even shocking in the company she was in at the time when her 'Happy Teeth' had popped out, but she was trying to create a decent impression in front of her family and didn't want to look like a total idiot if she could help it. If she knew one thing it was that as long as she could give the (all be it false) impression of having some elegance and social graces then being a utter dim wit could usually be forgiven....usually....

After she'd left the party she'd managed to find someone to nibble on pretty quickly so she sat about for a bit in one of the family members lairs and surfed the net for a while. Her adoptive sire had generously put her up in a lovely room in one of her plush apartment since she had taken her in and it was beyond heavenly to have a nice warm, clean and rat free place to huddle down in at night. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a decent bed to sleep in that she didn't have to leave before the sun rose. She'd even been able to save some of her favorite new shoes from her inevitable trips into the sewers as she now had a place to store them. She was grateful but she knew that she needed to find a place of her own a some point, she didn't want to be a gooseberry when her 'sires' boyfriend came to visit.... so she was flicking through the local 'Apartments for rent/sale' section online seeing what she might be able to manage with her raging shoe habit. Somewhere where she could carry on with her 'art' projects would be ideal....Eventually she found something in her price range and had gone to have a look only to find herself lost and cursing up a storm in the wrong part of town. Thankfully 'Brother Death' had come to her aid (and not for the first time) and she had soon found herself sat in a comfy basement apartment trying not to appear too nervous in the presence of a person that could, if the mood took him, remove her spine from her body and use it to play her rib cage like a Xylophone. It was the kind of thing Quin did to pass the time so she was always a bit on edge around someone that could turn her inside out before she had had time to wonder 'What that blur was?', but as it turns out the night hadn't ended in a horrific blood bath and she was now sat in her own new apartment a little dazed by the how events had unfolded. This place was perfect! This far below street level would muffle any noise that her 'art supplies' might make, and with a few modifications she'd be able to be rid of any left over materials once she was done...for now the copper bath tub would serve as a useful means of disposal, she'd have to nip out to the all night super store and pick up some catering quality drain cleaner as soon as possible.

She just couldn't believe her good fortune lately, and she had to keep reminding herself that is WAS possible for good things to happen without there being a web of razor sharp strings attached....Quin was just so used to hard graft that she expected it...admittedly the 'graft' was usually on her knees or in some other compromising position, but it was always 'hard' in some way. Even when she'd been cooking for D.man morning, noon and night he'd always made sure he 'got his dues' when he'd turned up to collect his 'product'. She'd soon lost count of the black eyes, cracked ribs and broken teeth that came with his 'love', but she would say one thing in his defence, he always took off his rings before he hit her....a true gentleman was D.man.

Kicking around in her apartment Quin was feeling restless. It was nice to have bolt hole of her own and the cement flooring was a lot easier to clean any spillages from her 'artistic experiments' off than she had expected, she'd barely had to use any elbow grease...but then....that could have been down to her improving 'health' if that's what you could call it.

"puppy...." and the plan was formed....Quin was going to get a puppy to hug and squeeze and most likely accidentally smother within a short period of time, but it would give her something to do beside sitting around being hungry and moping.

Just this thing to keep her busy when she was bored, and if there was one thing to keep you busy it was a small animal with no house training and a complete disregard for your furnishing...if this didn't take her mind off her hunger when she was having 'down time' then nothing would.

Standing back from the canvas she looked over her latest work with a sharp eye. This one wasn't half bad to her mind, though it had been a royal pain getting her 'materials' to stop squirming quite so much and she ended up having to administer a sharp blow to the back of their head. Sure she wanted to capture movement in this piece, but the way they had been flapping was getting more on her walls then on the canvas, which although was a fun way to decorate the apartment, it wasn't what she had been hoping to achieve.

The smears and spatters looked pretty good so far, she'd have to let it dry a little first before she could carry on, lucky for her she had just the thing to speed the process up a bit. Hair-dryer in hand she carefully worked over the canvas, the irony of a completely hairless woman owning a hair-dryer was as expected lost of the dim bulb that was Quin, as was the questioning look of the woman working the till when she had picked it up a few days ago. She'd not bothered with one of her wigs that night deciding to opt for her head scarf, she'd been busy most of the day cleaning up after her latest batch of 'art supplies' and was in no mood to make any sort of effort for just popping into the local store. She was planning something really special for her next project so she'd had to keep her art supplies chained up in the bath tub, with what she was planning she didn't really fancy dealing with any extra 'ingredients' when the time came so she'd had to keep them there for over a week feeding them a diet of over the counter laxatives and bottles of gin. The amount of mess produced had been surprising to say the least. She roughly knew how much fecal matter a human had in their system on average but it was very different when it was smeared all over someone who was singing out of tune sea shanties..... after a few days she'd just resorted to pouring hot water and bleach over them a couple of times a day and then hosing them down after wards. By that point they didn't really seem to notice that much, only protesting a little if the water was too cold or she hadn't force fed them some gin for a few hours...weirdly they seemed to be enjoying themselves to some degree...

She gave the canvas a few final sweeps of the hair-dryer and looked it over again, satisfied with the way things had turned out she turned to her tools and weighed up which to use first. Her supplies were snoring loudly sprawled out on the floor, the multiple nicks and cuts to their skin were only shallow so they had stopped bleeding relatively quickly. Now it was time to see if keeping them in her tub for the past week had been worth the effort.... picking up the snoring man she hung him on the meat hook she'd installed the day before....he woke up abruptly screeching and writhing, the meat hook protruding from just left of center under his collar bone....the noise that issued from the man was indescribable and the volume caught Quin completely off guard in the small apartment. This was deeply annoying and was going to put her in a foul mood if it carried on much longer, she picked up a filleting knife and whipped off the mans favorite 'play thing' before quickly jamming into his open mouth....that seemed to do the trick but now there was blood spurting everywhere, shrugging she bent down and took a few hot squirts into her mouth, waste not want not!

Before the blood finished gushing she expertly worked the filleting knife and opened up her 'art supplies' from chin to where a minute ago his 'tail'had been, strings of ropy innards slopped into the bucket beneath as the man twitched and flexed a couple of times on the hook. Thankfully it did seem the weeks worth of 'baby sitting' had cleaned out most of the 'extra ingredients' she'd not wanted to deal with, not that they bothered her overly, it was just not in key with the piece she had in mind.... now....where did she put that old coat hanger?

Glaring up at the little bundle of fangs and drool she scrubbed away at the only rug that graced her rather spartan apartment. She wasn't really annoyed but she wanted to convey to her new furry friend that it was poor manners to just lift his leg and take a whiz on anything that took his fancy....he'd already done this with the couch, one now burnt out electrical socket and oddly enough the side of the toilet in the past few days.... lucky for him he soon understood that the way his new mommy yelled and flapped her limbs each time meant it was a bad thing he'd done and he then didn't repeat the action in that area....unfortunately this didn't stop him from trying new areas of the apartment, and he still failed to understand the basics of giving Quin a least a little warning before deciding to unleash his amber fury upon his latest target so it was more luck than judgement that she managed to get him outside any time before his final trickles.

"You know....puppy...if you carry on like this I'm going to name you Whizzer...or Puddles....heck how does Captain Pee Pee sounds?..." she grumbled giving the puppy dirty looks whilst scrubbing....
"We can't really be going around calling you 'You! Get down from there!' or 'Oi! Stop that!'..." the puppy looked back at Quin and cocked its head to one side...
"Don't you try and play cute with me you little monster....I've seen you smirking when you think I'm not looking....yeah!...yeah!....mommy isn't as dumb as she looks is she now you furry little feck nut?...." he blinked a few times with his best 'who me' expression on his face...
"Hmmmmmmm....let's think..." Quin stopped her futile attempts to clean the clearly ruined rug and looked thoughtfully at her new ward....
"....I think....Gollum....that'd be about right.....sneaky, two faced little creep with a ring obsession...."
She put emphasis on the word ring and the young pup sprang to his feet and gave a few yips...
"Oh...so you want your ring do you?....hmmmmmm?....understand that word well enough don't you?..."
The puppies tail was now wagging so furiously that his entire lower half wagged with it...almost as if the tail was wagging to dog.... sighing Quin got to her feet, threw the scrubbing brush into the bucket and went over to her bed. Digging around for a few moments under it she brought out 'Gollum's' beloved ring...
"Here you go mutt...."
she tossed it to the pup who immediately set about trying to chew it to bits, watching his delight at being able to chew on something without mercy she smiled slightly...*well, at least we have something in common* she mused....

Quin sat in the dumpster nursing her wound, it had only been a matter of time before Harper Rocks finest had got enough information on her to finally put something like a half decent description of her out. With the life she had lead before being turned and the kinds of people she had mixed with it was not a matter of if but when someone would talk. With her 'art projects' now popping up all over town, the charred remains found in her old burnt out apartment no doubt linking a fair few of the older ones together, and the way she had stopped being so careful about dropping troublesome guards of late during her almost nightly hobby of breaking and entering, it had been inevitable that she would catch a bullet or two one of these nights.

Prodding the wound she winced, this was not by any means the worst injury she had picked up over the years, her new found abilities would take care of it in no time, it was just annoying.....and now she needed to find someone to feed on replace the blood lose.... she was tempted to slink around until she found the cop that had plugged her and make a meal of him, but that would probably draw more unwanted attention. One thing she would be doing though once her shoulder had healed was try and find out exactly who had sold her out...they would find out first hand the error of their ways, and probably end up as a neatly stacked pile of severed limbs outside of the local police station....

Wincing slightly Quin mumbled in her sleep. After copping multiple gun shot wounds when she turned a corner and ran straight into one of the members of the local 5-0 the night before she had limped into a nearby bar and spent the night crammed inside an air-vent in one of the cubicles of the ladies lavatories. It probably wasn't the smartest place to bed down for the night but there hadn't been much choice in the matter with the sun starting to peak over the horizon.

Slowly Quin began to regain consciousness, still being relatively new to life as a vampire she could never stay awake past sunrise and found herself waking up a good while after the sun dipped below the horizon...

*Jeeze.....I feel even worse....arg! my shoulder!....what the frick....*

Popping the front of the air-vent off with a quick kick she carefully eased her way out and down onto the floor...

*...oh...huh?....I don't remember getting hit in the shoulder...?!....OUCH!*

She flinched as she inspected to wounded shoulder with her finger tips biting her lip at the sudden wave of pain...this wasn't one of the gun shot wounds she had collected the night before, if anything this felt like a cut....a large one at that... as she considered the new addition to her injuries vague memories swirled in her mind, almost like a half forgotten dream....someone had been there...in the lavatories....being dragged out of her hiding place....a flash of something silver....pain.... straining to put the memories in order her mind drew mostly a blank. Quickly she did her 'I woken up in strange place' check, feeling herself over from chest to rear it didn't appear she had be molested in anyway that she could feel, so that was a plus. After the last time she had been 'knocked up' she didn't fancy having to repeat the process involved in avoiding being eaten by what ever might burst out of her belly in a months time... frowning she thought the situation over a little more... she had heard that there were people that hunted creatures like herself for an array of reason, but so far she'd never encountered one.... Maybe the fact to local police force had finally got a bead on her was enough to alert them?...heck, maybe they were involved with the local law enforcement?....

*Sigh*
"Well....time to go make some money...."

In her current state she knew she would find it a bit more difficult than usual to bop her favored prey, but that wouldn't stop her rolling through the caverns and collecting a few nice gems. She'd have to swing by her apartment first of course and repair any damage Gollum had caused. He'd had enough kibble and water to keep him going for the night, it was his habit of chewing through the furniture and peeing on things that was the biggest problem. After a long night on his own she could expect complete devastation and no doubt a nasty surprise or two....thank goodness she didn't have any rugs left for him to relieve himself on....

Slinking quietly through the tunnels Quin kept an eye on the floor for anything shiny. She'd stumbled upon this place whist out exploring one night and it had really helped turn her finances around. With her taste for expensive shoes and clothes in general she had barely been able to make the rent payments on her apartment, she'd even been considering cooking crystal again but she didn't really fancy the ever present risk of an explosion after the last time. You could only blow up a few places before you'd find yourself on the rental 'black list', vampire or not.

A muffled growling came from the pocket of her hoodie....
"Quit it Gollum!.....you'll get me in trouble!"
she hissed trying to sooth the pup through the material with a few strokes...
"OUCH!....you little begger!" the pup bit her though the pocket catching he finger...
"Fine....out you come...hold still!"
pulling the wriggling puppy out of her pocket she scowled at it before putting it on the cavern floor
"Stay close idiot....NO! COME BACK!....oh crap..."
the pup ran off into the tunnels yipping, the sound echoing off the walls as it vanished around a corner...then silence...
*great just great, that dog has a death wish I swear...* Quin grumbled internally.
Thanks to Gollum she'd already missed two chances of 'breakfast', nearly been shot by a cop and now it was running around in a place where plenty of things that could eat a little puppy were lurking around every corner.

*YELP!*

*...oh ****!...no!*
Running at full speed toward the sound of the noise she skidded around a corner...the was no sign of the puppy...she kept running around another corner and then another.....still nothing.... out of the corner of her eye she spotted something moving...in fact it was flailing....

*OoowwoooowwwooooWWWOOOO*

What ever it was it seemed to be in a lot of pain from the sounds it was making, it staggered slightly yowling again.... Quin Squinted trying to make out what was happening to the creature.... the creature turned and headed off down another tunnel, a small puppy ragging at the back of its neck....
Sighing Quin went after the distressed creature and quickly slid her blade into its spine, it crumpled to the floor of the cavern, the puppy still growling and ragging on the back of its neck.... carefully Quin tried to detach Gollum from the cooling creatures remains...
"Come on killer...let go....you got him....come on....unlock those jaws...."
The puppy clamped down even harder... unsure as to what to do Quin pulled a baggy out of her pocket...the pup let go and whipped round tail wagging....
"Figures...here...you've earned it...little killer..." She smiled at Gollum and threw him a small chunk of liver....where the liver came from was unimportant...needless to say it was very fresh....

Quin watched Gollum tucking into a bowl of fresh tripe and grimaced slightly. In her new life she couldn't ingest normal day to day foods, her stomach churned at the very thought of it which she took to be a fairly good indicator that she shouldn't even try. The one time she had ignored that internal warning and tried to down a few shots of whiskey it had lead to a episode of projectile vomiting that was equal parts horrifying and epic at the same time. She'd felt almost hollow when the heaving had finally abated and she had quickly chewed out the throats of couple, their teenage son and even the little yorkie dog that had been with them as they had been strolling along the harbor. Losing so much blood had put her in a foul mood and to add to the annoyance she hadn't even been able to taste the whiskey let alone gain any of the desired effect off it. She'd have probably eviscerated a bus load of Orphans if she'd come across them that night without so much as batting an eyelid, this was more than likely due to her having the vampire equivalent of a permanent case of PMS, but also because she had the strange compulsion from time to time to just go off the scale and do something completely unforgivable. It was during one of these times that she had first started to produce her own particular brand of 'art work'.

Initially she had just been a accidental murderess, her first experience being unintentional when an argument with a fellow squatter in her building had 'borrowed' her lighter only to use up all the gas in it. Having just got back from picking up determined to get cooking and flake out for a while, she completely lost her **** when she finally managed to track down her lighter (more fool her for leaving it behind) and couldn't even get so much as a spark out of it. The girl who had 'borrowed' said lighter was laying passed out with it in her hand, which she wouldn't have minded had she been able to cook up and get to her golden oblivion herself. Quin had 'borrowed' her lighter more than once before, but to run out of gas and not refill it?....she saw red... and then even more red....

After she had finished bashing the girls head in with an old iron she'd felt a great deal better about the situation, although this now meant she'd have to find new digs and she was starting to sweat bullets from the early stages of withdrawal. She'd collect her meager belongings as quickly as her worsening condition would allow, emptied the girls pockets (which yielding little aside from a stick of gum, an out of date condom and several empty dime bags) and headed off toward the slums to see if she could find a place to sleep for the night. She hoped to find one that didn't require to much effort to break into or that she spend the night bumping uglies with someone else who had laid claims to it....feeling like a sun baked jelly fish didn't really put her in the mood 'for love'....

After a few days moving from one place to another she'd finally found a half decent place where the roof was mostly intacted and the rat population low, unfortunately it was also home to one to the real 'tin foil hat' brigade of the city and after a couple of days of relative peace where they kept to themselves she'd woken up in the middle of the night to find the guy trying to dig "satan's mark" out of her forehead with a rusty tea spoon..... this time around there had been a pretty fierce scuffle followed but Quin repeatedly slamming the guys head in a old broken down fridge door until it looked more like an exploded melon than an actual human head anymore..... even Quin was surprised by the amount of strength she had even after all the years of drug abuse and poor nutrition, though with her street walking she'd probably developed a fair bit of muscle strength over time to be fair.

The true revelation came not long after as she sat trying to stop shivering in the newly vacated filth encrusted blankets the guy had 'left behind'. She should have got up and move on really but something made her stay. For once she had felt hungry (something that opiates usually suppress a great deal) and with no money in her pocket she didn't feel like standing on a street corner for a hour of two just to buy a big mac and fries...so she walked into the kitchen and had a feel of the guys pockets. She hadn't done so originally because of all the grimy squatting denizens of the city, this guy really beat all. It looked like he'd totally given up on all forms of personal hygiene many years ago and by the smell of him even before he had met his end it was clear than he didn't have much issue with 'leaving things where they spattered' if he'd eaten something that didn't agree with him. Now with his shorts were full of his last meal the stench was on a whole new level.

His pocket gave up nothing, worse in fact, the pocket themselves weren't even pockets but bottomless holes that had Quin inadvertently jangle his crusty love eggs. She'd would have thrown up had her belly not been so empty, instead she gave few dry heaves before scuttling backwards and then sat up against a wall trying to get her gagging under control. Sitting there she looked at the corpse, the few cogs in her head turning she thought she remembered something from med school about fresh human liver being edible....

By the end of the hour she was feeling a lot better and a lot fuller. Cleaning the guys gut had nearly put her off the idea more than once, thick layers of dead skin and who only knows what else did there best to resist her efforts to removed them, she'd eventually found an old tin of bleach powder and with some hard work she'd managed to clean the 'incision area' well enough to make her attempt, the last thing she wanted to do was give herself food poisoning from the whatever the guy had smeared all over him.

The 'operation' had gone pretty well, she'd finally got the liver out in three large chunks and had even managed to whip out the kidneys too. Cooking them had been no problem thanks to her newly 'inherited' camping stove, she knew how to remove the 'tubes' well enough from previous experience (organs are generally cheaper than the prime cuts in your average butchers shop) and her only real complaint was the lack of seasoning. When she had carved open the guy she hadn't expected to find his organs to be in such good shape, with the way he behaved you'd have thought he drank melted down batteries or at least a fair amount of booze. From what she found in his little nest though it look like the guy was 'clean'....no needles, no empty pill bottles, not even a half bottle of vodka....just stacks and stacks of exotic porn magazines and huge piles of crunchy rags....

After her meal she decided to get moving, hanging around was out of the question once the guys remains started to rot, and to be honest, the magazine collection and jars of vaseline made her skin crawl..... she was just glad he'd tried to dig a hole in her head and nothing else....