You taste good

Kard knew they were coming for him. Only, he didn't know how long it would take them. They had seen what he did. Someone is nearby. Kard surveyed the rooftop. “Is someone there?” He was sure someone was there, but couldn't quite place the feeling. “Deja Vu, maybe.” No, of course not. Someone was in the building. It was the one who resisted him earlier.

A cool breeze struck his back and flung his poor excuse of a gown out in front of him and then up over his head. A prickle of goose flesh poured over the surface of his skin from head to toe. Anger flashed in him. It was an anger directed at the world. Anger at those who put him in the gown. Anger at the wind for making him cold. Anger at the gown for obstructing his vision and distracting him from his goals.

He grabbed the gown with his hands and with his mind and ripped it from him. It went flying out from the rooftop, catching fire as it did. A brief, but bright, flame erupted in the night where the gown hung in the air. It burned quickly, and he very much liked the feeling he got from the burning. Although he could barely feel the warmth, he gained much more pleasure from the act of burning itself. He could feel the tension within his body release.

He walked to the edge of the roof following the drifting bits of cloth embers. He was no longer concerned about being pushed over the side. Another breeze raked over his flesh, and sent another wave of goose pimples to wash over him. Frustrated, “I tossed my only protection against the elements,” but before he could scold himself, he noticed clothing on the ground. Dead people just happened to be wearing the cloths.

No longer afraid he would be pushed over the edge, he leaned out and sent his mental tendrils down to seize one of the bodies. He noted the the lifeless body had no taste to it, as he telekinetically brought it to him. But he could remember how this one tasted. He had fed off this one's life force. He had fed on the life force of everyone nearby.

Working with his hands and his mind to remove the shirt and pants from the body, he put on the clothes. “Ah, that's better.” He discarded the body and useless undergarments and faintly noticed the sound of the corpse he'd tossed as it hit the pavement below.

“Now, where was,” but before he could finish the thought, he sensed that someone looking for him.

He sent a mental tendril out to find this someone, this creature, for he did begin to think of the man who survived him as a creature. Ever so lightly, so as not to attract notice, the tendril poked and prodded down to the second floor. A picture of the man came into Kard's mind.

Nepal had dark hair, olive skin, and slightly Asian facial features. He found the creature to be quite lovely. “Why lovely?” he thought, and allowed his tendril get closer to the creature.
Cautiously, he moved the tendril in to touch the creature. He resisted the temptation to seize upon this creatures life force and drain it as he had the others. Kard found he could almost taste, no wait. He found he actually could taste a power within the creature. The tendril passed over Nepal's shoulder.

Nepal looked in his direction. Kard was afraid he had been seen, but that was not the case. The creature was just looking in the direction of the stairs.

He felt a hunger come into him. A need to satisfy an appetite he never knew he had. “I have to meet this creature,” and dropped the tendril. Once again his mind was on the roof. He was not surprised to find he was already walking down the stairs. He was anxious to see this creature in person.

The door stood in his way, and Kard's patients for the mundane was very thin. He thrust a psychic burst of frustration on the door, throwing it forward. He walked in and drank in the fear emanating from Nepal. No, this creature tasted nothing like the corpses laying about.

Kard said something to Nepal, but was too wrapped up in the moment to recall what that might have been.