The Seven Deadliest.
The shadow stalked the girl through the streets. It eyed her as she glided past the low lives scuffling down the wharf; in 18th century London it wasn't hard for Damien to find food. With all the degenerates running around with no one to care if they disappeared, he could easily find a week worth of food. But he lived for the hunt and his pride wouldn't allow him to go for the easiest prey he could find. Which would be the common whore and who knows what kind of diseases they could carry and they sickened him deep to the very core of his black soul. And so he didn't go for them often for the chance a portion of his food would be no good. Damien was lost in thought when his eyes alerted him to the fact he was losing the girl in the crowds of sailors and cargo boxes, he sped up to try to catch up to her. He watched with a trained eye as she hailed a hackney and got in. Damien cursed under his breath for letting his prey get away again. He had been following her for the passed three weeks and she escaped him every time. Wrath was slowly building inside of him each time, did she know he was flowing her or was it just a coincidence. Damien shuddered and his skin crawled as he felt a cold hand upon his arm.
"Will ya be needin any'fing ta'nigh Gov'nah?" the whore asked him coyly trying to seduce him into buying her wares. "As a matter of fact, I was just looking for someone with…ah…your talents." Damien winked at the whore before continuing,
"Lets go back to my estate for a night of fun"The whore grabbed his offered arm an they set of all the while she had no idea this was her last customer and he was trying to keep his gag reflex in check and seeped in the stupor of easy victory.
Damien was watching the sunset out the window that over looked his prized garden, waiting for the maids to get the filth out of his bed and down to the kitchen where it belonged. The sun was glinting off the deep red of the roses making them look black when the knock came. He barely looked when the maids came in; they hesitated when they saw him in all his glory in front of the bay window. He nodded slightly at their direction and they set about there messy work. He knew they would never tell of his private live for any amount of money or threats, they were paid way too well and he scared them.
"Master the housekeeper asked me to tell you that your fiancée is going to arrive after lunch with her grandmother the dowager duchess."
"Thank you love," Damien said sweetly smiling at his most favored maid he run the back of his hand softly down the side of her face an neck and watched as she trembled slightly from desire. She nodded staring at him in rapture, then startled out of her trance by a bang from the gurney hitting the door and she quickly fled the room. As soon as they left the room he chuckled to himself then jumped onto his freshly cleaned bed for some much needed sleep before he had to meet with the bane of his existence. Damien was finishing the cheek of the prostitute and could still faintly taste the powdered make-up that had been caked on. He made a small sound of pleasure at the taste of the meat. If you ever asked a cannibal which meat tasted the best they would say the cheek. Damien wasted sure what time they were coming so he tried to eat fast. Just when he swallowed the last tasty morsel his betrothed burst into the room.
This is the first story I have written an I hope you enjoy the first chapter I would love some criticism=) and I will be putting more on sometime soon have a lovely day=D