The man with the black clothes rudely barged into my
masters' apartment and shouted. Why was he shouting so
loudly? I wanted to squeal just from the sound of his
annoying baritone voice.  My mistress made a strange
gesture, she seemed threatened and I could smell her fear.
Her pulse was high, her eyes were wide open, this was very
unlike her, usually she was a very calm woman. She managed
to stay calm even the time  I got so sick I could barely
breath and I thought I was about to die, then she took care
of me, so calmly and with such care that my birth giver
never shown toward me. What is it that this man wants? What
is he holding in his gloved hand? It smells like blood, no,
it smelled more like that shiny object which they used to
make food taste so strangely after making it unnecessarily
hot. I barked, I squealed, trying to understand what was
happening. The man in black grabbed my mistress' hand. She
tried to escape but no use. I barked at him again with a
somewhat threatening tone trying to make him leave her hand.
Everything stopped.

Everything stopped as the man slowly, as humans always act,
pointed the shiny object at me, time seemed to go even
slower, my eyes could not even capture the light the object
created, the sound was deafening. I saw an object flying
towards me, faster than a bird at its prey, faster than a
bee stinging for it's queen. I had no doubt that an object
that is human-made and flies faster than a bee probably had
a stronger sting, so in a moment I reacted and tried run and
turn and twist and get out of it's path, and yet before I
could understand what was happening  I felt a sharp pain in
my side. It burned, then after a brief moment everything
burnt, every fiber of my body ached with unspeakable pain. I
fell, but the sense of danger made me forget the pain. It
was now crystal clear to me the man in black had an
intention to hurt my mistress, which  I could not allow,
fore I was obliged by my master's  request to keep her from
danger, to keep her away from The man.

The man grabbed my mistress' hand tighter and began leading
her to her resting place, where I joined her every time my
master's and mistresses sleeping cycle came to an end. I do
not know what and why but in that moment something inside me
ignited, something I have not felt since I was a pup in
those dark forests of the land I have long forgotten. I felt
the fire rising within me, the somewhat familiar feeling of
my true nature climbing from my heart up my throat and to
every part of my body. My paws and tingled, my teeth
revealed themselves, my throat was dry It was dry for blood.
It was dry for tender human flesh, so warm I could feel it
without touching it. My head pounded and as my legs prepared
naturally for the upcoming chaise, my eyes focused on the
man's throat, where I could hear his blood pumping, rushing
for his devious act. Again time stopped, my instincts were
sharper than ever before. I jumped.


I jumped on the sofa, that beautiful skin covered object,
where I used to lie and sleep on lazy afternoons, where my
master used to bring me some of his food, where I had no
trouble at all, no worries, survival and reproduction were
ensured and I could relax. I bounced of the edge of the sofa
using all my strength , right towards the man's head, his
right cheek waiting for me to bite. But I chose to wait that
split of a moment, my skull crushed into his and as I fell I
opened my mouth and sank my sharp front teeth into that
waiting flesh. Oh the pleasure I felt! the unbelievable
satisfaction of reaching and closing my jaws on an awaiting
prey! I sucked just a bit of his splashing blood and spit
the rest out while taking a piece of his delicious living
meat.  My mistress screamed as she watched me take the life
out of the threat, she looked at me horrified, but I was in
my own world. Euphoria- there was no better word to describe
it. My mistress watched me all that time.

My mistress watched me all that time as I took my rightful
share of the hunt, but the moment I noticed her, my teeth
let go of the flesh on the blood dipped slowly to the floor.
She was no longer my mistress at that moment. She became
another prey, and I think she saw that in my eyes because
she screamed again and began to run. Time sprang forward and
without my comprehension of events I found my jaw locked on
her neck, her blood quenching my thirst, my urge, my
evolutionary drive. I could sense the life slowly drifting
away from her and as she sighed her parting groan, my teeth
left her flesh. Realizing what I have done, watching the two
corpses beside me, I suddenly was reminded of the fact I was
dying. I embraced the pain, I embraced the guilt, and
drifted slowly back to reality, the burn in my side began to
ache and I was left with My parting thoughts.

My parting thoughts in this cruel world was of my loving
master, who would be left to say goodbye in my name to her,
and left mourning, saying goodbye to me forever as I fall
into the pitch black abyss of emptiness that comes  and
covers eternity after the light is gone.