Disclaimer: I own not Twilight or any of it's characters.
AN: A little story of 3 chapters in which each chapter is a double-drabble (exactly 200 words) and an epilogue drabble (100 words). This is written in a certain characters point of view, but I want to be mysterious and won't reveal it right away. More fun to all you people to guess who it might be. And I promise fame and glory to the first person to know who it is..
And a word of warning to you all as well. There is a Non-Canon pairing in this story. If you don't like those, proceed with caution. And no, I'm not revealing it either, as there wouldn't be much left in this story, if I'd give away all my secrets at once..
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Track
In the darkness of the night I creep. Closer and closer. Following the fragrance flowing in the air. Still faint but growing stronger with every step. The scent burns my throat. Wakes a yearning in me. Yearning for the sweetness and warmth of it. I long to dull the burning; to quench it completely.
Closer I move, with stealth steps. From shadow to shadow. Silent as a ghost. The trail is clear. Easy to follow.
Through the narrow streets I sneak. Closer. Always closer. Tracing. Tracking. The aroma fills the air. It fills my senses. My head. It is all I focus on. All I want. All I need.
Even closer I move; in the silence of the night. Only thirst as my companion. Thirst about to be satisfied. I feel the pull of the alluring perfume. It is calling to me. Singing to me.
Close I am now. The origin of the scent is clear. A young man on the steps of his home. Bruised. Beat. Bleeding.
Closer still I move. To sit with the boy. His wounds are many, fresh. The smell of his blood so strong. Warm. Delicious.
He has no warning. No chance. No hope.
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AN: Reviews are much appreciated..!