Her eyes glistened with tears as she prayed for her life in a language that was unknown to me. Her body shook as she held my arm in a hope that I would somehow spare her life. I looked around surveying my surroundings. It would not do to have someone witness this pitiful show. I felt something inside me awaken. The hunger started in motion. It wasn’t like I needed it, it was more like I wanted it, the fear waves protruding from the girl smashed into me, making the hunger grow, or was it the excitement. I could almost see the blood, the life source travelling through her body, elevated to a great speed by her heart furiously pumping. I needed time to work up the hunger; the kill was to easy at the moment. I wanted her heart to pump harder making the blood even sweeter.
I stepped away from her, pulling myself out of her grasp as I did. She fell face first at my feet and looked up at me with a new look in her eyes. A mixture of fear and hope. Could I be letting her go? I gave her a bored look and started to walk in the other direction. I turned and looked back at her. She just stared at me. I took a half step towards her and she scrambled to her feet tripping on her long ragged skirt in a hurry. She was gibbering something that I could not understand, and then she turned on her heel and ran in the direction of the woods.
I could feel her heart pumping faster as she put distance between us. My hunger flared to life, as I smelt her lingering fear.
As she neared the entrance to the woods she fell, she looked back and froze. Even over the distance she could feel the hunger burning in my eyes and she seemed paralysed as I felt the realisation of my plan run through her mind. I felt a cruel smile creep on to my face as her fear heightened. She watched me, eyes sliding to my mouth and she gasped as I showed my fangs. As the horror washed over her face I ran my tongue over my sharpened points. I laughed out loud, and she turned and ran into the woods. Perfect, a chase, just what I needed to work up an appetite before I ate.
I started forward after her, hitting the entrance of the woods in less than half the time it took her. Didn’t want to catch up to her too fast, give the blood time to heat up. I weaved through the trees smoothly, while she on the other hand, I could hear her tripping up and smashing into the large wooden obstructions. In the distance I could see the firelights of the town of which she was heading. I picked up my speed just a little. It really would not do to have her getting home safely now, would it! I took a wide berth through the trees ending up on the opposite side of a clearing, and in front of her. I stood patiently half behind a tree, the shadows hiding me from sight.
She ran into the clearing looking behind her, thus causing her to trip on a small rock. I laughed. Mother Nature was not helping her tonight. As I laughed I stepped out of behind the tree and into the moonlight. The girl dragged her eyes towards me, like her mind was trying to tell her body not to do it, like it would stop what was going to happen. She looked at me the fear shining brightly in her eyes. I walked slowly towards her, drawing out every step. She started to back up, shuffling her whole body on the ground until she hit a tree at the edge of the clearing.
I stood in front of her and when she knew she could go no further she started to gibber again, tears falling out of her eyes so hard I almost felt sorry for her. I felt the hunger inside me, calling out to me telling me to feed. I looked down at her and smiled. I knelt in the soft ground bringing our faces even and staring directly into her eyes. She looked at me through her long hair, which had fallen into a curtain across her face. She just stared at me in more of a paralysed silence. I brought my hand up to her face, brushing away her hair. She flinched as my cold hand touched her soft warm skin. I took a soft but firm grip of her face and began to turn her head to expose her long white throat. As she realised what was happening she started to gibber again. I looked at her, placing a finger to my lips, she looked at me and started to cry harder, if that was possible.
I focused on her neck, finding almost instantly what I was looking for. I ran my finger lightly over the pulse as I ran my tongue over my pointed teeth. I took one look at her pleading eyes. And struck.
Damian
Cool story; the thrill of the hunt!
LocoCow
Oh, wow such a fasc. image you weave with your words… Great Work..