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the way he looks at me. Running his eyes over my chest and licking his lips when he talks to me. It's repulsive. He's older than my dad is.
    “ Hi Candy. How's things at school?” He asks as I walk up and my dad wanders off. I stand at a distance. Zoning his scent out.
    “ Okay. What about you?” I keep things pleasant. Always have.
    “ Fine, fine. Busy actually. Got a big order in from Germany this week.”
    “ Good for you. That's cool.” Ed owns an aviary. He breeds exotic birds, like canaries, parrots and budgerigars. I don't like it much. It's cruel caging birds up. But who am I to preach after my spot of animal cruelty yesterday?
    “ Should be a good do tonight, takings wise. It's a sell out.” He says, eyeing me up with a lick of his lips.
    Lecherous creep...
    “ Nice get up by the way.” He says motioning at my spider web decoration.
    “ Ummm, thanks.”
    “ We're all set up I see.”
    “ Yep, just need to get the plastic cups out for the kids.”
    The evening kicks off and I'm busy. I manage to avoid any close up contact with the mass of people by staying behind the bar most of the time, apart from my essential glass gathering sessions. I pass out the chicken and fries boxes, when the catering company arrives, with a fair degree of nausea. Having said that, the strong greasy smell does surpass and smother the scent of blood for a while, so in a way, I'm grateful. I've had a large glass of wine and now I'm on my first G & T. I'm happy enough with my evening so far. It's uneventful, mildly entertaining, busy, and distracting me from my issues for a while.
    I'm leaning down to get a new bottle of white wine out of the cooler when Ed touches my ass. This isn't a quick feel. He slides his finger down 'there' and prods me hard...  I jump up in disgust and turn to face him.
    My head is ablaze with anger. I grab his throat and shove him back against the wall behind the bar.  I snarl in his face in a deep voice I don't recognise as my own.
    “Keep your hands off me you filthy bastard.” I look into his eyes with a deadly hard stare. I realise I'm holding him aloft. His feet are dangling in the air, above the floor.
    How can this be?
    I let him go in surprise and he drops the glass he has in his hand in shock. It lands with a loud crash at his feet.
    “ Shit,” He gasps, rubbing his neck. His face is a picture. He's terrified. I'm enjoying his discomfort enormously. “What's the matter with you? That was an accident. I didn't mean it.” He is staring at me in horrified confusion.
    “ Like hell it was,” I snarl again. My eyes hurt, they're burning.
    “ What's happened to your eyes?” He asks shakily. “They're glowing. Bright yellow.”
    “ It's mood contacts. They react to my mood. And it 'aint fucking good at the moment.” I don't know what he's talking about but I'm so hot with my quick witted lies.
    He gulps and bends down to pick up the broken glass at his feet still looking at me wide eyed. He misjudges his aim and brings his finger down on an upturned piece of shattered glass. His finger slices on contact and the blood oozes fast, dripping onto the floor.
    OH FUCK NO...
    I can't stop myself. I drop to the floor and take his finger in my mouth in a split second, sucking like a lunatic. He tries to push me away but can't. I clamp my teeth around his finger hard and suck like never before.
    “Get off... You crazy bitch! PHIL... GET HER OFF ME,” He shouts out loudly.
    I can't stop, I'm driven by a primal inner need that is far too strong to resist. I feel my dad trying to pull me away, and hear him shouting at me in anger. For some reason he's not strong enough to do it. I hiss at him and flash at him with angry hot eyes and continue to suck wildly at Ed's finger. Ed kicks me hard in the head, several times, but although I feel the impact, it doesn't hurt at all. The buzz and heat grows and grows inside me. The taste is sublime, like the nectar of life. I'm getting so high. Warm pleasure is