Title: Crimson (Short Story)
By: Misery JohnsonDisclaimer: I thought by now, that people would realize that I don't own Yugioh but I guess I was wrong. I don't own it, never have never will.
Summary: He extended his wings and took flight, tomorrow night he would stalk again.
Her instincts told her to run; yet she continued to walk at her regular
pace. She noted the change in climate but still did nothing. Now it was
too late, no one would hear her scream nor would they hear the thud her
body made as it dropped lifelessly on the ground.
A tall man exited the alley, cleansing the blood that now made its way
down his jaw. He wasn't regularly a messy eater but tonight's meal was
special. Her blood was sweet and reminded him of peaches; just one bite
and he had lost control. The thrill of luring his prey into a false sense of
security was one of his favorite games because he was always one step
ahead; everything always went according to plan.
He had stalked her from a small café, never losing sight of her; she had
made him wait for she had stopped to chat with some friends. But the
wait had been rewarded; her blood had been the best in days. Now
satisfied he extended his wings and took flight, tomorrow night he would
stalk again.
Misery: So like it? Tell me but no flames. It was just something for my
creative writing class...