Taylor didn't necessarily WANT this.

Sure, now that it had happened, he'd enjoyed it, but that was because his new instincts had kicked in.

You may be wondering what he might have not necessarily wanted...

Well, that's in reference to the cannibalistic tendencies that he had developed after his hospital visit last year.

He had no idea what happened. When he had gone to the hospital, worried and scared, and asked to speak to his doctor, they had told him there was no doctor there with that name.

That had not assuaged his worries.

But now he was a fully-fledged cannibal! And very good at not getting caught!

Sure, he was guilty, but he tried not to think about that.

Plus human meat was so good too.

That would have disgusted him a year ago, but now...now it was all he wanted. Besides stuff like sex.

And you. He wanted you.

You were his partner, his everything.

Even if you didn't exactly know what he was.

And you weren't supposed to either, you were supposed to stay unaware.

But that didn't work out, because now you'd walked in on a rather gory scene.

You weren't supposed to get off work for another 4 hours, but you decided to anyways, and he hadn't accounted for that.

So now he was kneeling on the floor, clothed in nothing but a pair of boxers and a bloody tank-top, blood dripping off his chin, staining his face, getting in his hair.

He was frozen mid-bite, staring up at you with nothing short of fear. You stood in the door, looking down at him, as he was paralyzed in terror.

The only thing he could manage to stammer out was,

"Y-you're not supposed to be home."