From behind a tree I can hear her stirring, fidgeting with a book in hand. A young one she was, cinnamon skin singed with the angst of seventeen. A young one, yes, virgin fruit on the cusp of ripening...My teeth couldn't be happier.
The silver moon hung high in the sky. It was late. Too late. What a fucking shame, kids these days. Hello Boogieman? Werewolves? Me? Does nothing go bump in the night anymore? And look at her, so unconcerned. But that's what I like. That's what makes the bitter kill sweet.
"Hello, miss." I announce my arrival. The audience neither boos nor claps.
"Not interested." She scoffs. Shakily albeit, but she does it; I'd be impressed if I weren't so hungry.
The girl then turns away and sways briskly to her car. She's afraid, and very afraid to let me know that; the knowledge excites me. Where she took ten steps, I took one. Immediately, her brave eyes sunk into fearful emeralds. And no, it never grows old. Never ever does.
"Aw, why not?" She tells me that she has pepper spray. I tell her that somewhere in Africa, a hyena is laughing.
She tries for the car again but I have her cornered. She's smart, but not smart enough to give up.
"Security's around, you know. They'll catch you and you'll rot in prison."
"Security?" I raised a brow. "And who are they? Some fat fucker asleep on a bench's edge? The other taking a piss in the mouth of a squirrel? That's your protection? Get fucking real."
"I'll scream."
"Careful, little bird." My fingers encircle her throat. The pulse, Jesus. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
She loosened when my eyes burnt into hers. 'Relax', they said. At her neck, a finger drew a crescent of red, which my tongue happily received. She screamed and shuddered and I loved it. Her neck was a sweet spot, the blood a scary one. Pulling her throat, of course, out was second on the list, but the flavor of her blood let me know that I should have some more fun.
"Witch?" I ask.
"No. I don't know. My grandmother keeps saying it but, she's old. Talks a lot of shit."
There was still some fight in her body. I let her relax again, and added some new cues.
"You're fine. We're fine. We do this all the time. You know me. See me as your closest guy friend."
She smiles and calls me Jeremy. She tells me that i'm not usually this rough, and to loosen the grip on her neck.
And fuck that, I smile and squeeze it harder.
She repays me by slipping a hot tongue into my mouth...