Hello, little girl: Tesla/Ana
Look at that flesh, pink and plump. Hello, little girl. Tesla had been following the girl in front of him for about an hour, and she had yet to notice. Of course, downtown London was a busy place, and he was careful to stay out of the shops when she ducked in, basket in hand. Tender and fresh, not one lump. Hello, little girl. Finally, she started on the country road out of London, where he could make his move. This one's especially lush, delicious. Catching up with her, he decided to make some small talk.
"Hello, little girl. What's your rush? You're missing all the flowers." He indicated the fields around them, covered in wild flowers. "The sun won't set for hours, take your time." He slid his arm around her waist and took a breath.
"Helen said, 'straight ahead, not to delay, or be misled.'" She slipped out of his arm and slipped a little further up the path, out of his reach. He sighed.
"But slow, little girl. Harken, hush, the birds are singing sweetly." He brushed his hand through her hair, caressing the raven locks. "You'll miss the birds completely." When she didn't pull away this time, he took her basket. "You're travelling so fleetly." Grandmother first, then Miss Plump. What a delectable couple! Utter perfection! One brittle, one supple! "One moment, my dear!
"Helen said, 'come what may, follow the path and never stray.'" She took the basket back, with a flirty smile on her face, and danced out of his reach again.
"Just so, little girl, any path? So many worth exploring! Just one would be SO boring." He tried steering her towards the flowers again. "And look what you're ignoring!" Think of those crisp, aging bones, then something fresh on the palate. Think of that scrumptious carnality twice in one day! There's no possible way to describe what you feel when you're talking to your meal. The vampire growled, deep and low in his throat, and hoped the girl in front of him didn't notice. She slowed, and turned to him.
"Mother said, 'not to stray, still I suppose a small delay…" He grinned, and hoped his teeth didn't show. "Granny might like a small bouquet." As she knelt down in the flowers, she looked back at him. "Goodbye, Mr. Tesla." As her eyes met his, he felt the connection between them sizzle with electricity, and he realized he couldn't kill the girl.
"Goodbye, little girl." And with his mind, he reached out to her. And, hello. He smiled, as her head snapped back and the shock of the connection ran through her.