And the Lion shall lie down with the Lamb

[cmdr_zoom]

I have a friend, one of my oldest friends. We know and trust each other deeply and have shared many secrets, some of them concerning the darker parts of our souls, despite having met in person only once. Most of the time we get along, because our commonalities outweigh our differences. Most of the time.

Imagine (for the sake of discussion) that my friend is a vampire or a cannibal, a Lestat or a Lechter, who calmly and unapologetically admits that in their deepest heart, they think of pretty much everyone not as equals or even as people, but as prey. Imagine furthermore that sometimes this pleasant individual turns to you and casually remarks, "You smell delicious tonight. I'm thinking about eating you right now."

And because I know and trust this good friend, I know that even were it not for the hundreds of miles between us, they would not act on such thoughts. But I also know that they do mean it. And that at that moment, in their eyes, I am not a person.

I am meat.

Comments

Eeeeee....

[sinapus.livejournal.com]

...so the 'fight or flight' instinct didn't kick in?

"Jungle slug... chewing on my head!"]

Re: Eeeeee....

[cmdr-zoom.livejournal.com]

*shrug* I said (a rather terse) goodbye and left for the night. Would that count as "flight"?