"Emos"
It is all the old lady is able to mutter before the black figure closes in on her, merely by stride, and reaches for her chest, her flesh, her writhing heart. In a deft movement, unsheathed claws pierce the muscle, releasing the still flowing blood of life. He crushes it through the back of her, holding her body close; her head, her mouth to his sharply pointed ears. The guttural sounds of blood bubbling in the back of her throat, block her sweet death scream.
A sensual smile grows upon the shadowed angular face, showing the upper row of slightly yellowing, razor sharp teeth. He pulls her heart back through her body, reveling in the shudder as veins and arteries popped, pulled from the stone still, bloody pulp that was her fist-sized life pump. With an animalistic growl of satisfaction, his dual-hinged jaws fell open and the forked, purplish tongue wraps about the bloodied muscle and he swallows it. Crimson liquid dripped from his soft-looking, humanoid lips, and he licked it clean, savoring the metallic meaty taste.
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