Author's note: All characters belong to SM. I own nothing other than the story. One-shot.
A smile graced my plush lips, adorned in a fair hue of maroon. The man I'd been observing throughout the hours of the nightfall was now on the move, combined with the turbulent morning commute that accompanied the rise of the sun. Fortunately for me, I only risked the exposure of one. It was no matter, for my martyr would not live to tell the tale. Little did this man realize, I'd been pursuing his shadow for hours, and yet, I remained beneath the obscurity of his nose. He was ripe for the picking, a flawless choice on my behalf, it would seem. His burdensome footfalls reverberated against the bulky architecture that encompassed us, and still, dusk lingered here, the glistening of my ashen flesh, covert to the sunlight. As if detecting something about this scene was treacherous, he stumbled upon his path, the rhythm of his breath now shallow. A smirk donned across my brims, my tongue skidding along the full curve of my lower lip. My, my, a courageous soul this was, though the slight tremble of his limbs betrayed the masquerade, a veil of bravery, that, when lifted, displayed such anxiety, an assailant of this man's conscious mind. That sanguine river that pulsed through his veins made me yearn for the fluid that was simply divine. A cluck of my tongue set this man over the edge, and if I hadn't been contemplating this beforehand, I would have taken him to be one of the mentally unstable lot. Our pace accelerated, but this was no longer {just} about the hunt. It was the thrill of the chase that restored the vitality that surged throughout my limbs. At last, just as I was certain he would make a run for the nearest escape, he turned on his heel, and with wide optics, despair quivering within his burnished irises, stared into my cardinal ones, obviously wishing he hadn't. I stepped forward, and he stepped back, much like a game. To his horror, my amusement was conspicuous, and as much as I wanted to toy with my meal further, I hadn't the time to be cavorting around with an insignificant human, only here to fuel my craze. Before his tenuous mind could process the spectacle before him, his robust physique was compressed between the coarse barrier situated behind him, and my statuesque body, though his pronounced muscle would do no good in a crusade against mine. The purr that surfaced from my ample bosom was flirtatious, my crimson fissures lidded heavily, palms on either side of his head as my aerial lips caressed the chapped flesh of his own. Fleeting emotions contorted his expression: fear, agitation, bewilderment as a result of his foolish nature, yet, he kissed me back. A plea for his freedom, perhaps? There was no such luck.
"Thank you," I murmured blithely, and he realized that I knew. He was aware of his impending fate. "Such a handsome face, you have. A charmer, I'm sure." I winked, though these words were not intended to lighten the mood, nor were they spoken for this man's benefit, but for my own. Fear was a potency to the blood, a distinct piquancy that was exquisite. I was doing this man a favor, putting him out of the misery of his horrid life, no doubt. His body fluttered in my arms as I hissed, my salient incisors engrossed within the enticing flesh, the stream of his blood like saccharine honey as it seeped over the apex of my tongue. My moan was one of delight, and with one last futile shudder, he fell limp, the steadfast beat of his heart no longer. Effortlessly, I held him within the entwinement of my embrace, disposing of the evidence in a nearby chasm, a region that would not be stumbled upon until years to come. I was grinning, exuberance evident in my eyes as I sprinted off, a sight naked to the human perception.
