Playing With Food – The Speakeasy

Playing With Food

Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes. With that soulless gaze, he watched me as I moved my knight. In two more moves, he checkmated me easily, just like he callously defeated the efforts all souls who resisted him. Life was like that…for a Vampire.

He smiled gently, perfectly white teeth revealing no hint of his retractable fangs. He encouraged me and assured me that luck merely smiled upon him this evening. I began resetting the pieces for another game as he knelt to toss two more logs in the ornate fireplace. Across its mantle, Druids and Satyrs cavorted about the Italian marble. The exquisite sculpting was wrought animated by the dancing flames below. On either side of the fireplace, ornate wooden staircases made of oak from the Black Forest wound to the vast rooms above. He returned to our Elizabethan table as servants produced standing trays laden with Duck, Vichy Suisse, and crème fraîche with braised ham from Spain, and they placed it all beside us upon the Persian rug.

He spared little effort to impress. Such is the way with Vampires. They like to play with their food. It’s the way of top predators, I suppose. When in total command of the prey, there is time for sport. Have you ever seen a lion that has captured a baby antelope? It’s too easy for the lion so it props up the terrified animal and urges it to run, just a little, to add pleasure before the inevitable spurting of blood and the crunching of bones. I wondered how long he’d play at me like this before his fangs would rend my veins, before he’d suck at my soul. I wondered if he knew that I’d gleaned his true nature.

“Do you know what makes a con-artist successful?” I said, opening with a pawn.

“Simple,” he said in his rich baritone. “Cunning, wits, planning. An ability to correctly measure his prey.”

“No!” I crowed, slapping the table with glee. “It is the greed of the target. Without the unsavory drives which dwell in the heart of the innocent victim, a con man should wither and die off. He preys only upon those who predate.”

The confident smile which bestowed his manicured looks, slipped a little.

It seemed he detected my hidden meaning, and his eyes turned feral. “A clever mind is a top predator that will never die. There is always something available to consume.” His visage of magnanimous host fading as he focused openly upon my neck. His threat becoming obvious.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have goaded him, but I’d grown tired of the game and wished to bring forth the logical conclusion. “I should think the con artist is something of a weakling really, depending upon others utterly as he must.” I gestured about the room and to the painting of the imposing man above the fireplace. “He relies upon illusion in lieu of true accomplishment. Producing nothing of his own, he is a bottom feeder, a worm, I should say.”

His hand shot out, super-humanly quick, and he pulled at my arm to expose the vein at the elbow. “Then let us see who is stronger, shall we?” He grinned with malice as his fangs extended. He bit down upon my arm, fangs piercing, his eyes turning to gold-leaf, crocadilian slits. Those reptilian eyes searched mine for the horror of helplessness, the pain of watching one’s life gushing away in the clutches of a remorseless killer.

I just smiled.

Vampires are considered dead soulless things, but then, what animates them? Why doesn’t anyone ever ask this question? There must be something there. It is the soul, the life energy, that animates a creature’s body. Plants are alive too, and so are the very rocks. They are simply different forms of life energy, and Vampires have their own flavor. It is then logical that just as vampires feed upon the life energy of humans, something feeds upon vampires.

Tendrils of my flesh, with barbed hooks, extended and ensnared the head of the creature. It was trapped, helpless. No blood passed into its mouth. Instead, my skin began to glow with the energy passing from the creature, to me. I cooed to the thing while its skin dried and began to crackle. I prodded it slightly, urging it to fight back, just little, knowing full well it had no hope. I couldn’t help it. I like playing with my food.
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Each week, The Speakeasy posts a writing challenge with a limit of 750 words of flash fiction. This week the story must BEGIN with the sentence, “Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” Go here to find other answers to the writing challenge by a terrific crowd of talented writers: http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/fiction-challenge-162-open/

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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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31 Responses to Playing With Food – The Speakeasy

  1. Another marvellous story with a great twist. And a welcome return to the Stokerian vampire. More please!

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  2. A.D. Everard says:

    Nice twist! 😀

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  3. I love your style. The last sentence is truly brilliant. Nice job!

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  4. “He bit down upon my arm, fangs piercing, his eyes turning to gold-leaf, crocadilian slits.”
    (wow! that’s quite a set of eyes you got there, grandma)

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  5. James Bulls says:

    Hehehehe, how fun! I thought this would be a turn-table story about the vampire getting the other end of the stick, but I was thinking it would be the literal wooden stake in this case and not the, well.. whatever it is that eats the vampire. Very entertaining, thank-you for sharing 🙂

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    • EagleAye says:

      Thank you, James! Yeah, it’s still a turn-table story (I guess I couldn’t fool you at the story’s beginning), but then I try to throw something new in whenever I can. The creature is called a Krallmyr. I didn’t find a good spot to explain that. I’m glad you had fun with the story. Thanks much for sharing your thoughts!

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  6. jannatwrites says:

    Yikes! Creepy turn at the end. (I imagine the vampire felt like a Royal Flush would if a hand turned out to beat it 🙂 )

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    • EagleAye says:

      Haha! I think that’s a perfect description! Yes, he thought he had the upper hand all along. I can still imagine his shocked expression in my mind. Thanks for stopping in, Janna!

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  7. Lyn says:

    What a dainty dish to set before a…vampire-killing vine? LOL Eric, talk about a twist in the tail…er, tale 😮

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    • EagleAye says:

      Haha! You are so on a roll today! 🙂 Yup, that old vamp didn’t have chance. He was too busy playing with his food to realize he was being played with! I’m calling him a Krallmyr, and now I see I should have put that into the story. Hmm. Live and learn. Thanks so much for stopping in, Lyn!

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  8. This was delicious (pun intended!) and enjoyed every last drop. Superb writing–I will learn a lot from you!

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  9. atrm61 says:

    First of all I dig the picture you used Eric 😀 Second,what majestic writing-I was transported to that room with all its trappings!Last but not the least,what a fantastic twist-only you could do this justice!Loved it!

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  10. This was a bit terrifying to read…yikes! Brilliant piece of writing. ♥

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  11. Suzanne says:

    You had me at “crème fraîche with braised ham.” 😉 Great story with a wonderfully creepy twist! I would love to see the predator that hunts vampires. From a distance.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Aha, you are a “foodie” too. I notice that interesting food works its way into my stories often. I can’t help it because I’m a foodie. I’ve thought more about this creature and he is still developing in my mind now. He may show up again…and then I will hand you some binoculars. 😉 Thanks so much for visiting, Suzanne!

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  12. When will you stop amazing me? Your twists are simply marvelous. As it is, I love a little role-reversal in short stories as such, and then you just had to go and write about all that delicious sounding food just shortly before! *grumbles* You’re really too good at this.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Haha! Hopefully never. Everyone seemed to like the food as much as me. I love it. I wonder if someday I should put a twist in my writing by…not putting in a twist! Hehe. Not too soon I expect. Thanks so much for your thoughts and complimentary words. I appreciate it very much! 🙂

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  13. Meg says:

    Love it! The ending is so much fun.

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  14. Indira says:

    What a superb story. From the first sentence to the last it is just marvelous. Title is so good.

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  15. tedstrutz says:

    Okay, now I have a new favorite EagleAye story… is is so good in every way. The complete deal for a story. I have sent the link to a friend who likes this sort of thing.
    inevitable spurting of blood and the crunching of bones & I cooed to the thing… liked these lines.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Oh cool. That’s great to hear. I hope your friend likes it too. Those are some of my favorite lines also. I was aiming for creepy and these lines are part of that effort. Thanks so much, Ted. You’re a serious morale booster. 🙂

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