i'm watching from a sort of third person perspective as a story unfolds.
A man. Regular guy. Setting is a random town, he was just passing through on his way to somewhere. He meets a girl, they have dinner. Get along. She's pregnant. He's falling for her anyway. They go to have a drink at the hotel, of course nonalcoholic for you, he say.
Hm, she says.
It's a small town bed and breakfasty place. Three other guests. They talk, he ends up falling unconscious.
Wakes to screams. Which stop, abruptly. He leaves the room to find that she's killed- and eaten- most of the other people in the place, three guests and two staff. She's hungry. She won't eat him, don't worry, she says. Worst part? She's an alien of some sort, and eats them by some form of acid/enzymatic process which leaves them dry, white, half-digested shells, covered in a sort of white coating like the bloom on chocolate or the alkali on homemade soap.
It's horrifying to him, he's sure he's gone mad.
She's going to have her baby. He wants to help at the same time he wants to be nowhere near the place. He figured having the baby will incapacitate her, maybe he can go and get help to get rid of these creatures that prey on his species. (My species.) The baby will kill her, of course, it always does for her species.
She catches him, ties him, says this is the way of her people, i thought you wanted to be around for the birth?
Besides, she says, you know he'll be born hungry.
And that's why eating meat is a problem for me, this imagination of mine.