Chapter 1
I hid quietly in the shadows, watching the young child, as she hurried down the road. Her instincts were screaming at her, every one of her senses had detected me, and she constantly looked over her shoulder. She didn't see me, of course, we creatures of the dark blended in with the shadows too well. The child started to run, as though her tiny legs could save her from a predator like me. I chuckled under my breath, as I moved out from behind the brick wall, around the dumpster, and straight for the child. She never saw me coming.
I wrapped on hand over the girls mouth to keep her screams from reaching the ears of other humans, then folded my other arm over her tiny waist. She let out a small, squeaky scream, before I sank my fangs into the soft flesh of her neck. Her blood flooded my mouth, making my every sense tingle. I could taste fear in her blood, but there was always fear in it (even if the blood is given willingly). I could taste the child's love for her parents, for her friends at school. I knew she had lied 24 times in her short life so far, that she'd disobeyed her parents 34 times, and a multitude of other sins, that dirtied her soul. Then came my favorite part.
Her innocence washed over my tongue, sending a thrill through my entire body. She'd never stolen, never cursed, never murdered, and was still virgin. The purity of the child's blood made my chest constrict with pleasure. I focused on not killing the girl, as the monster in me enjoyed the taste of the blood, and I finally pulled back when her breath became labored.
I licked my lips, then her bloodied throat, before looking at the unconscious little girl in my arms. She was cute by human standards, with little blonde locks, and a tiny heart-shaped face. Her hands were balled into fists, which she may have tried to hit me with. Her skin was pale from blood loss, and her breath a little shallow. The teeth marks in her neck had already started to heal up, only leaving some drops of blood. I set the child down on the ground, now finished with her, and turned to leave the alley, but something made me stop.
I looked back at the little girl, not really sure why. I stood there for a moment, watching her as though she might move, awaken, and start crying. I turned, walked back to her, standing over her, and examining her limp body. She was frail for a human; that was easy to see, and she would surely catch a cold lying on the ground like that. I tipped my head to the side, as I asked myself why that had even popped into my mind. I was the Predator, she was the prey, if she died why should I care?
I shook my head before finally picking her up from the asphalt ground, and set her on a trash bag. She would be a little warmer now, and she wouldn't have to lie on the hard ground. She might smell bad when she woke up, though.
Shocked by my own sudden kindness, I turned, and ran from the alley, in search of my next victim.