Better than Cats

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.)