Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Sly Cooper Characters.
His body was sprawled out on the pavement, all his limbs flayed out in awkward positions. The left leg twisted cruelly to the right, and the right leg curved sharply to the left. Both arms broken into an upward stance as if he was surrendering. Which…he had been, hadn't he?
I smirked at my handy-work, and crouched down.
"You put up a good fight…" I mused cocking my head to the side before abruptly inserting my fangs into his neck.
The bare flesh was broken on contact; I reveled on that.
Thrived on it.
My nose twitched, as I smelt the blood. The beautiful scarlet liquid; the thing that kept me alive. It drove me insane to even think about it, the color, the flavor, and especially the smell.
I was a predator.
He'd unfortunately been my prey…
I found myself losing all senses of the real world; it faded away with each greedy gulp I took. I couldn't help myself, the blood was so sweet, and quenched the thirst I'd been craving quite nicely. Lapping up the scarlet, I only concentrated on how much I had missed it, dreamed of it…
A vibration interrupted my feeding; it came from inside of my pocket.
I let out a feral growl, quickly wiping away the blood from my face, and making sure to tuck my fangs away in the shadows of my mouth. After making sure I was presentable, I withdrew the small stowed away contactor.
Lifting the device to my eyes-like a pair of primal binoculars- I greeted the caller, "Hey Bentley, I took out the guard at the entrance, I'm entering right now."
A/N: A different side of Sly Cooper, hope you enjoyed this.
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