The scream of the kettles filled the room. So many showed up. They are all dressed up for the event.

The monsters. Every single one of them are monsters. Nobody else sees it. Under their camouflage is their real faces.

Every single one of them has properly fit into society. Each one is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They are only here to destroy humans.

There is only one person that can see. The horns are a dead giveaway. Some of them have the sharpest teeth. The sounds they make are a dead giveaway. A lot of people can feel their presence they just don’t know it. As soon as they enter the room all happiness is drained from everyone. The moment their mouth opens the energy of every human is drained. Most of the the time they are finding ways to drain anyone and everyone of their money.

Most of them are very successful businessmen. Some don’t take that path but work in the same fashion. They befriend, drain, and take.

Is it nature or nurture? The world will never know the answer. They will never know about them. The truth is too well hidden. Even being exposed most of them have the money and power to cover it up.

Every part of their behavior goes against the nature of the planet. Against humanity itself.

Kettle after kettle is being brought out. The scent of fresh tea filled the room. It has a rarity to it. Some soft almost sweet scent to it.

Nobody can figure it out. The secret ingredient. The most welcomed part of the night. Will anyone ever know?

One of the guests hop up on the stage for an announcement. His mouth is just a little too close to the mic. “Welcome everyone,” a wet voice booms though the many speakers around the room, “while the tea is steeping I would like to point out a few things.” The voice was still too loud.

All of the staff around the room where already showing sounds of irritation. The voice continues as the only humans in the room try to keep themselves busy in any other room but this one. One person almost looks like they are close to collapsing every time they are in the event hall. Most of the staff just seem paler then before.

Finally, the tea is ready to drink. This little ceremony is for the most elite. The richest and most powerful people all in one room and the only humans are the staff.

It didn’t take long before more tea was being poured. Some wouldn’t even wait for it to steep. They were downing the cups before they were full. Some were starting to get aggressive. Suddenly it was chaos. Sharp needle like teeth were sinking into the unnaturally colored skin. The tomato toned skin being covered by the thick green ooze of the wounds. Screams and breaking dishes filled the room. It was a better sound than the unpleasant sound of squishing as some of the toothless creatures started to chew on the other. The snapping of bones as strong jaws began to snap anything between its crusty gums. Foam started forming from every part of their bodies.

Silence began as everybody dropped. They’re all dead. The berries worked.