Chapter 2- Control
A few minutes later, Ianto sat in his car, watching as the world went by, he turned his stereo on and found himself tapping the steering wheel in time to the drumbeat, he reached into the glove box of his car and drew out his Marlboro, he took out one and lit it, and sat there, almost in a trance, the music at so high a volume it almost hurt his ears. But he didn't care. He watched as a woman clad in a red dress wielding a handbag went by. And then he felt it. The hunger. The need. He had been able to sustain it all day, keep it under control. But now...he couldn't control it any longer, it was like a mosquito inside his brain, always there, never going away. The need. The need for blood. He got out of his car, locked it behind him and proceeded to watch the woman, as she carried on up the street; he crossed the road and followed at a safe distance, the lyrics of the song he'd heard on the radio still throbbing as freshly as ever through his brain.
To the centre of a city
Where a roads meet
waitin' for you
To the depths of the ocean
Where our hopes ain't
searchin' for you.
Still she walked on and he followed, she never thought to look behind her as he closed in, his gloved hands curling into fists. It was then, that he was so close that he had to step at the same pace as her so she wouldn't hear his footstep, ahead Ianto spied an alleyway. Perfect. As the pair drew ever closer to the alleyway, Ianto's hand stretched towards her, until, he reached out and quickly grabbed her by the waist with one hand and clamped his other hand over her mouth, before pulling her into the alley with him. She put up a fight, muttering and squealing under his hand, she wriggled and squirmed and even stepped on Ianto's instep, he didn't even wince. Instead he just smiled at her. Their eyes met, the prey and the predator, hers were a misty blue and full of terror, his were a hazel brown full of malice and glee. He manoeuvred her to the wall, and with hand he drew out his pistol, she immediately shut up. He smiled gratefully at her, keeping the gun away from her, but still pointed to her heart. Of course, Ianto had no intention of shooting her. Where was the fun in that? No, the gun was just to scare her, keep her quiet. He released her waist and kept her pinned with his body; instead he transferred the gun to his left hand and pointed it at her temple whilst removing her hand from her mouth. No words were exchanged. She knew only too well what would happen to her if she did anything more than breathe. Ianto tentatively stroked her cheek and felt her quiver at his touch; he smiled, before his right hand reached to squeeze her throat. Instantly he felt a thrill greater than he'd ever experienced before, the idea of controlling a life, playing death….. He watched her carefully, she was starting to become desperate now, she was clawing at him with her hands. Foolish girl. Did she really think her nails would stop him now? He watched her as her face turned bright red, watched as she started to gulp, to choke, he watched as she took her last breath and became limp and lifeless. He withdrew his hand from her throat and watched as she slumped, like a puppet without its master, to the ground. Ianto calmly walked away, slipping his gun back into his jacket as he went.