Blut und Silber}
Warmer Körper
Heißes Kreuz
Falsches Urteil
Kaltes Grab
[…]
Ich komm wieder
In zehn Tagen
Als dein Schatten
Und erd dich jagen.
( Warm body/Hot cross/
Wrong judgment/Cold grave/
I will return /In ten days
As your shadow /And I will hunt you.)
Asche zu Asche - Rammstein
1
A shot echoed in the night.
In the poorly enlightened alley,two figures made their appearance, followed by the rhythmic footstep of their running on the cobblestones.
The first one, obviously running away, crossed the beam of light cast by the streetlamp wasshown to be a young albino that, in despite of the rigour of the night, was wearing only a simple T-shirt with a checked pattern. His red eyes, glaring like ardent embers, constituted the only one touch of colour on his pale complexion and the argent shaded hair.
His chaser, a few meters behind, gained ground quickly and when hereached the right distance, he stopped to take aim and after putting a pair of glasses on with his slender finger, the violet-purple eyes fixed on the target, and shot one more time.
The bullet missed the target, because the latter with an agile twitch had reached the balustrade of the bridge, whence he thrown himself and sinking in the dark water of the underlying river.
The hunter reached in turn the bridge protruding himself from the balustrade to search for possible trails, but it was useless. Aside from the concentric waves that were blowing themselves over, the water's surface was perfectly calm. No bubbles that rose upwards, or any other sign of someone's presence in the water.
Swearing with frustration and running a hand through his hair, the hunter realized that for the moment the hunt ended there and he walked away.
When he was sure that hunter was gone, he emerged from the water without showing problems for the long lack of oxygen. When he reached the shore, he brushed aside the wet hair from his forehead and burst in a liberating laugh, showing so the presence of a pair of sharp canines.
To provoke the novices was always enjoyable diversion and the thrill of the hunt made feel him almost alive again, especially this time. The last shothad nearly caught him, a result that many more older hunters was never able to reach.
He was aware that he was playing with the fire, but he couldn't ignore the attraction that such a challenge constituted.
Author's Note:
First of all, thank you so much to drinkALLthecarlsberg for checking my grammar!
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