London Wild
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‘So I see,’ February commented. ‘Can you make yourself look human like him?’
‘Only through surgery,’ Betti responded.
‘Unlikely she’ll get that now,’ Hanshuffont added.
‘Did you happen to notice anything Kitty and I could disguise ourselves with upstairs?’ February asked.
‘I didn’t,’ Hanshuffont replied, ‘but it shouldn’t be too difficult to find something. This is the center of London, and virtually everything is closed or deserted.’
‘I’m going to need to hunt soon too,’ February commented.
Kitty seemed quite alarmed as February spoke.
February looked a little apologetic as she said, ‘It’s been nearly ten days since my last kill, and most of that I had to give away. I did have some pills, ones made by my people, but they’re still on Mars along with the herd pills Kitty had left over. If we don’t eat herd soon, we may start to suffer.’
‘Count me out,’ Kitty commented tersely.
Hanshufffont nodded. ‘February, isn’t it?’
‘Er, yes,’ February replied.
‘Are you immortal, February?’
February seemed more than a little bit puzzled at the question. ‘Immortal?’
‘Like the Matriarch and Patriarch. Are you immortal?’
‘Er, no,’ February answered, ‘at least I don’t think so. I’m not really sure they are either.’
‘Then you don’t need to eat human meat,’ Hanshuffont assured her.
‘Wha…?’ February seemed more than a little disturbed.
‘The immortals need to kill the meat for a chemical in the brain of their victims that keeps them immortal. It acts as a booster for whatever made them immortal in the first place. Unless you are immortal, you have no need of that chemical,’ Hanshuffont stated.
‘But the pills,’ February said.
‘The pills are placebos. Those who made them just put every known chemical of the human body into one small container in the hope that they had included the right one. When they tried them, the pill seemed to work because their guinea pig had no special need for any chemical in the first place.’
‘You don’t have to take our word for it,’ Betti commented. ‘Try going without for a while longer and see if you truly do suffer any ill effects. If necessary, we’ll go hunting for you.’
‘If the immortals need meat to stay immortal,’ Kitty commented, ‘then presumably your race knows this from….’
‘Our people were once fed on by the immortals, by the Gods and Goddesses that I mentioned earlier,’ Betti replied.
‘Then why would you want to invite that back into your lives?’ Kitty seemed more than a little skeptical, and the subject seemed to be bothering her somewhat.
‘Because of what happened when the Gods and Goddesses no longer ruled our world,’ Hanshuffont replied, ‘considering the millennia of slaughter that was to follow. The few that volunteered to surrender their lives to the continued immortality of the Gods was a small price to pay.’
‘The time of the Gods was a Golden Age,’ Betti added.
‘But not everyone agrees with us,’ Hanshuffont added.
‘Indeed,’ Betti offered, ‘we are currently in the minority, and if our leaders have it their way, then they’ll wipe the last vestiges of your race out before anyone else gets the chance to make a choice.’
It wasn’t so much that February didn’t trust her new Eschiff friends as that she preferred to trust her own eyes that she decided to check out the upstairs of the house herself. Besides, just because they there was no makeup in the house didn’t mean that she couldn’t find something of use.
Kitty found her in one of the bedrooms going through some old boxes. She had evidently left the two Eschiff downstairs because she had no hesitation in saying, ‘Something’s wrong. Our escape was far too easy.’
‘You think we can’t trust our new friends?’ February commented. She wasn’t too surprised. She was more surprised that neither of their new friends was keeping an eye on them.
‘I think we definitely shouldn’t introduce them to the Matriarch, and quite frankly, if we get the chance, we should probably try to lose them.’
‘I don’t know how we would have done that anyway,’ February replied, putting the last of the boxes down, ‘but I think you’re right.’ She paused and sighed before saying, ‘And to think, after all we went through to get to Mars, we ended up back on Earth anyway.’
‘I guess I won’t see my master again,’ Kitty agreed.
‘And that rubbish they were spouting about us not needing to hunt humans,’ February added, all but ignoring Kitty’s comment.
‘Well,’ Kitty hesitated before continuing, ‘that could be true.’
February almost laughed at the naivety of her friend. ‘Wishful thinking.’
‘It won’t hurt to test,’ Kitty said. ‘Let me see how long I can go without.’
February felt doubtful. ‘If you’re sure you want to try?’
‘Rather that than the alternative,’ Kitty told her.
‘Okay,’ February agreed, still unsure, ‘but I’ll be watching you carefully. And if I feel you’re suffering, then I won’t expect any argument. You will eat what I give you to eat.’
‘Agreed,’ Kitty commented, though even the mere idea seemed to be turning her face a little green.
The next comment was shouted up the stairs. It was Hansiobetti. ‘We need to hurry; they’ll be here at any minute.’
‘I, er, I guess we’d better go then,’ Kitty commented.
‘I guess so,’ February agreed.
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