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A nighttime stroll
Nov. 29th, 2008 10:32 amHe watched her from across the street as she left her house. She was too busy chatting on her cell phone to notice him cross towards her to follow as she made her way down the sidewalk. She'd first been noticed when he'd seen her walking home alone late one night. He'd thought her stupid and careless for putting herself in harm's way like that but hadn't made any move to confront her. She was intriguing. She reminded him of the one who had made him.
Tonight, though, he wasn't going to let her resemblance to someone else sway him. As he caught up with her and took her arm to drag her into the alley, he decided to teach her a lesson about not being aware of her surroundings. The cell phone was dropped and broke when it hit the ground, her screams quickly silenced by a hand over her mouth.
"Shh..." He smiled at her, smiled at the fear he could smell coming off her in waves. "I'm not going to hurt you." The lie fell as easily from his lips as it had every other time he'd said it. He held her eyes with his as he slowly lowered his hand from her mouth.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.
This was the moment when he wanted to toy with her before feeding on the sweet, adrenaline-laced blood racing through her veins.
"What's your name?" He could tell the question caught her off guard. She was probably thinking he was going to rape her.
"M-M-Miranda," she stuttered out, wincing when he dragged his fingers across her cheek and leaned closer.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," he whispered, fingers now gripping her face between them. "Someone I miss."
She started to whimper. "God, no, please..."
"Don't worry," he murmured, "I don't want sex from you."
"Don't hurt me. I'll give you anything."
When she said that, he had a brief moment when he considered turning her so he could have someone with whom to share the hunt, someone who made him think of the woman who'd changed his life. But, in the end, he knew it would never be her.
"I only need one thing," he finally said, lowering his head and placing his mouth to her neck.
Tonight, though, he wasn't going to let her resemblance to someone else sway him. As he caught up with her and took her arm to drag her into the alley, he decided to teach her a lesson about not being aware of her surroundings. The cell phone was dropped and broke when it hit the ground, her screams quickly silenced by a hand over her mouth.
"Shh..." He smiled at her, smiled at the fear he could smell coming off her in waves. "I'm not going to hurt you." The lie fell as easily from his lips as it had every other time he'd said it. He held her eyes with his as he slowly lowered his hand from her mouth.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.
This was the moment when he wanted to toy with her before feeding on the sweet, adrenaline-laced blood racing through her veins.
"What's your name?" He could tell the question caught her off guard. She was probably thinking he was going to rape her.
"M-M-Miranda," she stuttered out, wincing when he dragged his fingers across her cheek and leaned closer.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," he whispered, fingers now gripping her face between them. "Someone I miss."
She started to whimper. "God, no, please..."
"Don't worry," he murmured, "I don't want sex from you."
"Don't hurt me. I'll give you anything."
When she said that, he had a brief moment when he considered turning her so he could have someone with whom to share the hunt, someone who made him think of the woman who'd changed his life. But, in the end, he knew it would never be her.
"I only need one thing," he finally said, lowering his head and placing his mouth to her neck.
