When I was young, I used to fish for food. But not the way our grandmother had taught us, by stealing people's food off of their counters. I used to steal their flesh and blood, right off of their bodies, when they were vulnerable.

I saw them disappear right before my very eyes. There were hungry aliens and predatory animals of all sorts and all makes that used to come around, from outer space and from magic's sacred wards, and steal my food before I could get my hungry fangs onto the delicious meat. One night, I was fishing for angry old dames. What made them angry also made them easy prey for the undergrounds of humanity: evil spirits. They stole their brains, making them vulnerable to poor thoughts that called to us in the night.

The years after the Second World War were tough years, and we had nothing to eat. Therefore, we had to get busy, and magic saved us. Time and again, we had to play the witches game. And this time, the war was really on. For the cops now had proof that witches were really preying on humans.

I really believed we were prey too. You see, a lot of the witches did not know this but once you started preying, you faced certain death. Therefore, we knew that what we were doing was deadly, and we had to make it a living while we could.

Therefore, my mother figured, we had to feast early and often. So I started feasting on my own prey when I was five. My sisters and brothers had started a little bit later. I was a latecomer. That meant I had to start earlier cause I had to catch up with the fun before the cops got us off the map and onto an eternity of hell.

But I had decided that my mother's precautions of feeding off of animals and dying old dames were too safe and too grim to follow. After all, we had to enjoy life, and I knew the cops were coming within six short months. I had to act quick.

I knew my turn was coming first. For I had feasted early and often, and I was a dangerous predator. My mother didn't know this but I had feasted on ordinary humans going for a walk in the forest, or on poor hungry souls feeding off the night. I knew what I was doing, for I knew that just feeding was not good enough to survive in this world. You needed to know what you were doing, and what you had to do to survive.

And so I had signed up with the aliens.

The aliens were the only way out. I knew people who had signed up with them, and I fed off their chosen prey well and often. When the select alien hunters went to the green meadows in the middle of nowhere, or off into the angry mountains where aliens came down at night to feed off of the local populations, I was there. But I also needed Earth amnesty to stay alive, so I had to double cross the aliens: I beat the crap out of the alien predators, stealing their meat, and selling it to the local dark, yet semi-legal alien hunting forces.

I knew I had to do it now. Otherwise, my life would be doomed to eternity.

I was preying, without doubt. But not without a heavy dose of praying. I needed that prey to stay put. It was an alien, just devoured by the local witches. What they did not know was this: this alien was not an ordinary alien. She had stolen a lot of secret intelligence. And that intelligence had stayed with her at the scene of the crime. In her womb.

You would think the alien was a female. And it looked like it was. But that woman-looking creature was not a human. And it did not have a womb really.

For you see, sex crimes were not a part of the deal. Local police forces could collect you a lot quicker if you played around with the victim's sex organs. And their technology there was a whole lot more sophisticated.

But this was no human.

No defenses would ever have gotten through the alien's womb. But I knew I could. I worked for the aliens, after all. And I would save my family at that.

I only had to devour that womb, and spit out whatever material I did not need. I had to commit a ritual suicide, which my mother had taught me how to do at the time of death. And then I had to spit out the still concentrated material that made up the stolen US government intelligence.

After that, when the government officials collected on the murder, done by an inexperienced flesh eater, they would see my end of the bargain and release the remainder of my family from eternal damnation. But I would have to die.

I started to act.

The government had detected me. I was eating a uterus. They were coming.

Within minutes, I was dead. The officer picked up the stolen government intelligence. But he made no mention of that in the ensuing court case.

My relatives were executed without pardon the following Monday. I was taken off by the aliens, pardoned, and signed up at a flesh eating paradise.

I would have one goal and one goal only: to get back our right to life, or to threaten feeding on Earth souls as another alien with a womb, within a year.

I have waited long for my pardon. But today my day has come. I will start feeding soon.