Neala waits, hungry, for Victor to go into the streets and kill. He unknowingly shows her the way to the remains of the dead and dying he butchers and leaves behind. She despises him for taking her eyes and for killing without purpose. She longs to rip his flesh with her sharp teeth but knows his leftovers are better than what is left for her at home.(This story was previously published in After Hours (USA, Winter 1995) in a slightly different form.)CC Geddes is the dark alter ego of a Reno-based writer whose credits include more than a dozen short stories, two poems, a few essays, a bunch of ghostwritten nonfiction books, more than 300 nonfiction articles, and a big bunch of editing (magazines, short stories, and books). She is a publisher at Lucky Bat Books and runs Flying Hand Writing Services, both designed to empower writers to tell their stories in their own ways.