A young man in his mid-twenties was on the phone, talking to one of his friends and trying to insist that she came over. "Darla, come on it's not going to be that bad. It's a silly little thing people make up, I swear no harm will come to you or me." He begged the girl he was talking to, twisting the phone's cord with left index finger. "Okay, see you at six," he asked the girl on the other end of the call. He then let out a chuckle from what her response was. "Now just to prepare what is needed," he said as his eyes briefly turned scarlet.

   It was now a little past six, Darla already was over and she was sitting at the table as her friend grabbed what they were going to eat. He then walked over with two plates in hand, small pieces of meat on the plate that was meant for her along with various vegetables. His plate had ravioli on it. "Why the different meals?" She asked, but the other didn't answer but went back into the kitchen. He came back out with a bottle of red wine.

  "No reason, dear Darla," he said.

   "Dear Darla," she questioned her friend, but he didn't respond. He poured them each a glass of wine and started eating his food. She hesitantly started eating, gagging from the meat. "What the hell is the meat, and why is it raw?" She exclaimed, spitting out the meat into her napkin.

   "What, you don't like it?" He asked as he took another bite of his ravioli.

   "It's raw," she yelled.

   "Of course it is, oh and it's rat meat. Caught one of the pests earlier this morning." He told her.
  
   "Rat meat," she screamed.

  "Yeah, meat is meat," he said.

   "Robert, rat meat is not fine! Especially if it was caught in your apartment. You realized what was one of creatures that spread the Bubonic Plague, right," she yelled at him.

   "Yes."

   "Then wh-"

   "Stop talking now!" He yelled, a knife flying past Darla's head, less than an inch away from hitting her.

   "What the hell? I knew it wasn't a good idea coming here!" She went to stand up, her left hand striking the glass of wine. The glass fell over and spilled red wine on the white tablecloth. She looked at the mess she had made, eyes wide, and before she could stand up, Robert flung himself across the table. He scrambled the rest of the way to her when he didn't make it all the way across the table. Darla screamed as he pounced on her, causing the chair to fall back. Before she could recover from the impact, Robert wrapped his hands around her throat and flung her head back against the back of the chair until she was unconscious.

   Then he grabbed her and dragged her towards a different room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He picked up Darla and put her on the table in front of him. He tied her down and grabbed a scalpel he had near the table. He sliced a cut on her arm and watched her blood bead up on her skins from the wound. He then sliced a chunk of meat from her arm and picked it up. He sniffed it, his expression like a person who had smelled the fragrance of food. He then licked the blood off of the meat and ate the piece of meat. He let out a moan of satisfaction and looked at Darla with hunger in his eyes. The disguise he had up then was denied, revealing his scarlet eyes.

   When Darla woke up, most of the meat on her arm was missing, revealing bone and blood. She screamed and tried to escape without success. She started sobbing as she saw Robert eating her flesh.

   He noticed her and greeted her, "Hello, darling. I noticed you're awake."

   "What the fuck did you do to me, Robert," she said weakly from all of the blood flowing out of her.

   "I just got hungry...and my name isn't Robert, darling." He told her as he sliced more of her flesh off of her and ate it, causing her to scream. He kept torturing her as she screamed and bled out. Her vision was starting to fade when she heard the sound of someone trying to break open the door leading to Robert's apartment. Suddenly the person who she previously thought was Robert bent down and tore a chunk of her flesh and ate it.