Edit: Plus, an illustration!
Heritage
The swollen meat pie sat in front of me and the sweet smell sickened me. My stomach twisted itself into a ball and I held my arms and clenched my teeth, fighting down the mounting bile. My eyes began to water, and my father smirked.
“It’s time to embrace your heritage, my son.” His hand fell upon my shoulder like a boulder, and my resolve weakened. “Don’t worry. It was no one that you knew.”
I stared into my father’s silver eyes, and I felt my will disintegrating. I suddenly found my hands clenching the knife and fork. I turned away from my father and looked down towards the pie. I could feel a primal urge overtaking me, and I began to salivate.
“No!” I slammed down the cutlery. “I may be of your blood, but I am not your son!”
My father laughed a cold, hard laugh. “We shall see, won’t we?”
With that, he abandoned me in the tower room, locking the door as he left. I sat up and walked over to the six-foot high windows and pulled back the velvet drapes. The snow thrashed outside, and as I peered down into the inky blackness, I wondered how much snow would be needed to break my fall from such a height. I flung open the latch and the icy wind forced its way inside, causing me to gasp in shock. The roar of the wind was deafening. I took another look back at that steaming, vile pastry, and I clutched my chest. I turned back towards the window and stepped towards it.
With that, he abandoned me in the tower room, locking the door as he left. I sat up and walked over to the six-foot high windows and pulled back the velvet drapes. The snow thrashed outside, and as I peered down into the inky blackness, I wondered how much snow would be needed to break my fall from such a height. I flung open the latch and the icy wind forced its way inside, causing me to gasp in shock. The roar of the wind was deafening. I took another look back at that steaming, vile pastry, and I clutched my chest. I turned back towards the window and stepped towards it.
It couldn’t have been more than an hour before my father returned. As he entered, he surveyed the open window. He closed the window, and I saw him smile. I silently cursed him and the blood that ran in my veins. He slowly walked over to me and took the empty plate from my hands, every single, succulent, delicious morsel having been licked clean. I wiped some caramelized blood from my lips, and despite it all, couldn’t help myself from wanting more.
