DISCLAIMER!: I do not own BTVS, but I do own this fic (not matter how bloody awful
it is _)
The rain began to drizzle lightly outside on the cold icy night. The stars light dimly over the dark, ghastly abandoned city streets, or were they?
Eyes wide and encompassing, a lone person ran down the streets; her head coated in a thick blanket of sweat and rain water. Panting, choking on her own spit as he ran, nearly slipping in the dampened streets. Looking over her shoulder several times, looking down at the empty streets, which seemed to haunt her. Gripping to her backpack, looking around at every free moment, then darting.
She stops, her eyes wide and red, her chest aching, and her legs begging for rest. But no, she cannot stop, she cannot. A chuckle is heard from behind her, a low, lofty cackle. Her head swings to the other objective direction, her legs beckon to stay yet her will controls them to move. She whines in pain of exhaustion. She runs, further down, further to inhabitants.
Suddenly, the cackle is heard louder. She turns suddenly to alley, but in misfortune, she slips in the flooded concrete. A snap, a cry, she is rendered helpless as blood from a newly created wound from her hands and knee flood into the water. The deep, wicked chuckle is heard coming nearer, and nearer to her. Her eyes grow open, extensive in their horror and fear.
The figure comes closer to her, and stands abroad in the opening of the dark alley. His black coat flapping in the quiet midnight wind, the deep chuckle begins to echo through the isolated alley. He grins at the victim, clad in black clothes and combat boots; to be clouded through a fake human disguise.
She begins to scream, only to have made a bigger fault in her own way. The hunter picks the girl off the ground by her shoulders and pushes her against the brick walls, his gleaming dark-blue eyes piercing through her own emerald eyes. She hesitates in her cry and begins to lean her head onto her shoulder in a hypnotized stare, still gazing at her hunter. He looks at her, his eyes gleaming, like a cat's, in the moonlight.
He gently reaches his hand through her shadowed hair, to the back of her head, pressing slightly into her skin. The girl sighs calmly, yet suffice, unaware of her "admirer's" means. He stares perpetually at her collar, never shifting away, never moving. He suddenly glances at her, she smiles dimly and lifeless at him. He hisses lowly and softly in her ear, then lowers his head below her chin. She gasps as his hands move around to her back. Suddenly, and adequate, he strikes her neck, cracking her spine and ripping her flesh. Blood pours from her neck, flowing like a crimson river onto her shirt and skin.
Her eyes grow wide and empty, as his own shine and narrow into their intention. The girl's body began to wilt and slink to the ground, her empty eyes forever staring into the darkness. The hunter looks down at her, and shoves her lifeless body off his coat. Wiping his lips with his own blood coated hands and tongue; he turns to the streets, into a more public view now. The neon streetlights shimmer off of his leather duster and crimson stained lips.
"Another good day…" He softly purrs as he turns to begin another nightly stroll through the unsuspecting streets.
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YES! I SUCK!! WHOO! Heh, I dunno…you decide. This was just a little practice to get myself bak into the game. What do u think? R&R!!
