The sequel to Bill:
Bill, the erstwhile dragon, tanned a piece of steak lightly on the barbecue – 2.5 seconds – before wolfing it up in an instant of transformation, and de-transformation.
Spectators over the fence would have seen a wolf-like head suddenly leap into appearance above the dapper collar of the college professor, and snap up the 3 pound steak like it was a morsel from a fork. In fact the tongue that snatched it up did resemble a fork, although it moved so fast it was hard to tell.
Safe to say, no one saw the scales morph into mottled flesh, and the dragon was too cunning and had ensured his one neighbour on the row had vacated for a holiday.
Cooking and sizzling meat on the stove while courting observation and discovery was second nature to this dragon – mere maniacal acts had long grown less than satisfying – the Black Plague was one of the last hurrahs.
Gobble. Slop. Glutp. Each motion was carried out with the eyes locked onto the crackling flesh, while the ears, deer-like or human, scanned all directions for intruders. They found none.
Glob, slop. He felt a warm devilish pride. Pride had always been his weakness, but now it intoxicated him, his sheer cleverness and complete preparation thrilling his recollection.
All the traps had been laid. The descendants of Sir George had been identified, each scoped for a duration of two weeks, with their daily habits scrupulously noted and listed. Soon, revenge and the death of the original Purpose would be achieved.
His dragon teeth ground for a brief instant as they appeared for another wad of beef, and he remembered the initial humiliation, the sudden realisation of the Saint’s identity, and the strong desire to crush, even as the blood and strength fled from his decapitated head…
He drank deep the blood of cows (biting and sucking), savouring sweet with anticipation the life blood of his enemy’s children, soon to be devoured too. The memory of his defeat adding a canker of bitterness to the experience. But long familiarity with resentment and unforgiveness made it easy to swallow, in anticipation of diabolical revenge.