I have never liked grocery stores; too many humans. I’ve always been afraid that one of them would see through the carefully applied veneer of deception.
‘Just act like them, blend in. They’re too stupid to listen to their instincts. Too afraid to question the reality we have taught them to believe.’ I told myself the words my mother had taught me. The same words that all of our kind teach their young. But the truth is they outnumber us exponentially. Short lives make them breed more prodigiously. If they knew we were real, if they knew we weren’t just fables.
And if they knew we control everything touched by Western Civilization. They would rebel. That’s why our ancestors hid their nature. The Roman Empire never fell, it just went underground.
Mind you, it’s not a bad racket for us usually. But the wrong word to the wrong alpha can really screw up your life. I got reassigned, moved from one podunk territory to another. But my last posting was a job, it paid well. I could buy what ever I wanted and pretend to be human. And when the cravings took me, I had an abundance of junkies and streetwalkers that no one noticed, or cared when they disappeared without a trace.
Now- things were different. I’m now impersonating the types of humans I used to prey upon. An afternoon of panhandling gave me the funds for the two items I bought. Bare essentials, but they would keep me from starving.
“Cereal for dinner and chow for the pupper?” The cashier asked me in an obnoxiously extroverted manner. I wonder if I could get away with ripping his throat out?