It wasn't the first time I hid in the darkened corner of a bar. Wasn't the first time I was pissed in a bar, having everyone including the waitresses avoid me. Wasn't the first time I'd sat in a bar with no liqour. As a tapped my claws one after the other on the table, I realized it was the first time I had watched another predator at work. It was the first time I watched my mate honeing in on her victem.
She was good, a real fucking killer, a real hunter, even I couldn't deny that. When I had gotten here, she was already sat up at the bar in a tight red dress. It pushed her breast out where the only thing hidden was her fucking nipples, it was high enough that if she bent just a little you caught a glimpse of the lacy black thong she wore underneath, and it was bright enough to garner every eye in the place.
She'd sat at the bar for a while, calmly, smoothly sipping shots of vodka and whiskey. If I'd have been a casual observer I wouldn't have seen the sharp green eyes zone in at the mirror behind the bartender on a balding middle aged fat fuck sitting at a table. I would have missed the slight hint of hunger that washed over her when she licked her lips passing him by. I would have missed the way he turned to stare as she went to the dance floor by herself to dance a seductive rythym.
Hell's fire! She was fucking beautiful. Her hair done in such away it was all pinned to her head, but curled out to suggest it's luxurious length. Her body toned and solid as she moved her hips and stomach to the beat of the music. Her eyes half lidded, flitting from her toes to the man suggestively. She moved like pure fucking sex, and it was the only way I knew to describe it. It seemed most men had noticed the little show, but her eyes were for one and one only and he was interested.
I growled and wiped my hand across my face breaking her spell. She was too good, this was too rehearsed. I leaned against the table, shaking my head. She wasn't a simple sadist, she was making this into a hunt. She was like me, and every time I realized it I seemed to get all the more shaken. I know what I would do, but I had to see her in action. I was intrigued, but repulsed by her little game. I wanted to know what she'd do next, I had to see, even if I didn't want to know, I had to.
The man finally found his courage to approach her, laying one hand on his arm she leaned her body into him. I felt a growl rise from deep within my belly to my throat, but I gripped the table repeating to myself 'I had to see what she would do'. She leaned into his ear whispering something, making him shiver and put his arm around her. I watched as he led her out, but gave it a minute before I followed. I didn't want her to realize there was another player yet, I wanted to see her at her most natural.
After counting to twenty, I made my way out of the bar into the cool night air. I simply whiffed, catching my mate's scent easily. I looked over to see a blue neon pulling from the lot. "Pussy ride." I growled, but made for the black Cavelier I had rented this time.
I followed several car lengths behind, keeping up easily even without turning the lights on. They pulled into an old back road, this one was unfamiliar to me. The bar had been over an hour's ride from the mansion and this road farther, it wasn't a place I'd ever frequented. I parked on the main road, far enough away they wouldn't think anything even if they saw it. Then cut my way through the woods to the car slowly making it's way down the path.
A creek. I smiled, she had a thing for them. Then as I scented the air it wasn't so funny, many had died here. There was a tang of suffering, the sweet scent of fear and blood, and the sour taste of brutality. Yes, brutality, things I didn't even do had been done here. I nearly puked in my mouth, it smelled of children and sex in spots. "Oh, God, please not her." I muttered the prayer, but knew it probably did me little good since I had never been a religious man. I slid up in a tree right off the creek bank, I had to keep tasting the wind to make sure I stayed down wind of her and it kept reminding me I had to see this through.
They got out of the car on opposite sides and the show began. "Take your clothes off." she said. Her voice full and firm, and husky as hell. I could taste her anticipation in the air over the rest, it was strong.
"Don't you wanna lead up to that?" he asked, his voice trembling with nerves and cold. He was a fat ugly fuck, he pulled his glasses off and it didn't help at all.
She reached up slowly pulling pins out of her hair one by one. "Do you?" she whispered. Her hair fell around her, and even my cock responded. She bent back slowly reaching her zipper, her brow cocked in question at him.
"No, I want you." He rasped. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt releasing an almost hairless chest, with a swollen pock marked belly, my stomach nearly turned. Fucking Frails. He reached for his pants, and she unzipped her dress slowly. I watched as she slipped from her shoes, then slowly let the dress fall gracefully to her feet.
He dropped his pants, his cock barely noticable in the dirty white underwear he wore, but I could smell his lust. Nasty, disgusting frail wasn't going to touch my mate! It was almost too much, I wanted to jump down and tear him apart just for seeing her in this state. Her purr broke my thoughts.
"Very good." she purred staying almost four feet from him, she circled slowly. "Very nice." He grinned and ran a hand over what little hair he had at the sides of his head.
"Your pretty." Pretty! The best that sniveling motherfucker could do was pretty! She was fucking gorgeous! The way her eyes were afire with passion, her lips so pouty with the want of the taste of blood! My blood was on fire, my cock at full attention at such a beautiful display of feminine bounty. The way her muscles moved under her skin, the way her ass swayed just enough, the way her breasts bobbed with each simple step had me wanting to jack off from the fucking tree, and all he could say was pretty?
"Thank you." She reached down, gathering his clothes. I watched as she took them to sit on the car, catching the faint sound of keys. Slick, she'd nabbed them and he had no clue. "Perhaps you've told others that?"
He shrugged, his body fidgeting under such open perusal. "Don't remember at the moment, but I've never been with anyone as pretty as you."
She grinned, and even from here I could see her fangs flash. "I wouldn't think so..." Her voice trailed off as she pressed herself too him, but looked away as he tried to kiss her. "Maybe, I think I've changed my mind." she said. With the smell of her excitement teasing my nostrils I knew damn well she hadn't, but apparently he didn't.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, "Come on now, you can't just drag me out here and tease me like this..." He stuck his fat face to her neck.
"Well, I was under the impression you prefered little boys." It rang out clear as a bell and suddenly his fear and anger spiked. It was a juicy tidbit to consider later, but for right now even I wanted to see this miserable fucker's life destroyed.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He shouted in her face, but there had been a catch in his voice. She'd caught him, and there was no escape. He was vunerable and she was his own personal nightmare at this point. I was fascinated, but repulsed. I didn't want to see my little Cat' kill him, but I knew it was coming and it turned me on just as much as anything else.
She bent, slowly sniffing his body at length, "I can smell the little boys you've violated." She was very audibly sniffing the air and I grinned, she was teasing the prey. They were always at their best in the prime state of fear and horror, it made for such sweet kills. "Did they beg you to stop? Did they?" At this point she stood in front of him, her hair still tangled around his hand, her claws more pronounced, and her fangs flashing within her smile.
"Your one of those Mutants!" he accused.
"Probably." She reached up tracing one of her nipples with her claw. "You didn't care twenty minutes ago though. You didn't care that one of those boys was. You don't care about anything, but your own selfish wants." Her voice grew louder and more harsh with each word and I shivered seeing him back up. "Did they try to run?" she snarled. He turned to run toward his car, but his hand was still tangled in her long brown hair.
She laughed, then pulled her head back pulling him backwards with his hand. I watched as he fell flat on his back and she jumped above him. She sat on his pelvis pinning his arms with her feet. "Did they beg you to stop?" she purred, drawing one claw across his stomach. I could smell the blood before I could see it.
Very slowly she used both hands to pry the clean deep cut open. His screams and whimpers did little to distract me as she dug her clean white hands into his bloody insides. I watched as she pulled or rather yanked intestines out. "I'm kinda young, you know." She paused. "You never even asked my name, let alone my age." Her voice was as if she was conversing over coffee, but the look on her face was full of twisted pleasure. "Anyhow, I wanna be a Doctor. I think I'd be a good doctor, cause I already know which organs I can pull out while you still breath."
He whimpered, "Please." She grinned with pure primal pleasure.
"I like it when you beg, did they beg?" she sat the entrails on his chest and dove both hands back into his belly. I heard his pitiful whine as she laughed, "Shh," she whispered. "Do you feel that?" He screamed again, "That's your heart. Want to see it?" Then I watched as she ripped it from under his ribs, pulling pieces of lung and stomach and whatever else out with it.
She giggled, and I felt my chest hurt. I realized belatedly I'd stopped breathing at some point during the show, and it hurt to take a fresh breath. She sat perched atop the man for awhile, before getting up and starting a fire near the creek. I watched as she threw his and her clothes in, letting it burn. Then I watched as she skinned a human. It didn't take long, she'd damn near perfected it as I myself had. I could've drawn his torture out a helluva lot longer, but she was content.
I watched as she burnt his insides, his skin, his muscles, everything but the bones. The smell of burning flesh and hair was nothing new to me. Neither was the smell of death, but she seemed to take such pleasure in it. Bouncing from the fire to what was left of the body, giggling every once in awhile, hell even her scent was that of a happy well pleasured woman. My cock wasn't in the mood to let me forget it was there, but my brain kept telling me to confront her. She was having such a good time, I found myself curious on what she would do next. Would she come back to me at the mansion? What would she do with the car? Would she go bury the bones tonight? All in all, it had only taken maybe four hours plus another hour's ride, it hadn't been that long of a night. She was fucking quick.
She stretched out, standing and kicking her legs around at the fire. Then I watched as she pitched her shoes in, leaving her completly naked to the elements except for that black thong, but as soon as I thought it, she pitched it too. I watched her step into the frigid creek, and she washed. It was the most intimate act I believed I'd ever witnessed. I mean I'd seen many people die and kill, but I'd never actually took the time to watch a woman wash.
Interrupting my thoughts another car pulled in beside the little neon. It was an old Caprice, a big car to be out here unnoticed. Cat' seemed undisturbed though and kept washing. A tall middle aged man got out. His blonde hair reflected the moonlight as he studied the pile of bones to the side of the fire.
"He died quicker than I would've liked, but I got company to get back too." I heard Cat' chime in from the creek.
"You know I can't keep giving you names, Catherina." he muttered. He held out a grocery sack and she made her way out to get it. He never looked at her, which struck me more curious than anything else. I couldn't smell any arousal from him though, only remorse, grief. "We can't keep doing this."
She put the t-shirt and jeans on he brought her then sat away from the bones to put the tennis shoes on. "Doesn't hurt nothing." she muttered.
"Your going to have to deal with it..." his voice trailed off. "And I'm going to have to deal with it."
She rose, anger filled the air. "Don't tell me you feel sorry for this oxygen sucking scum! They ask for it, every damn one of them! There's no fucking reason for a grown man to touch a child!"
He held his hands up in a placating gesture, "Catherina, I know that and you know that. However, since I've came to Special Victems unit, prime suspects keep disappearing." I could hear the sarcasm, so I damn well knew she caught it.
"Would you rather they go unsolved?" she ground out. I watched as the arguement proceeded them both to the car. She grabbed something out of the trunk and left him waiting at the car. She slipped on some old work gloves before tossing the bones unceremoniously into a garbage bag. "I figure we're just saving some kids later down the road."
He opened the car door watching her, "But what about you Catherina? Esme wouldn't have wanted this, Kally would've never wanted you to end up this way."
She tossed the bag into the trunk, slamming it closed. "That man violated Kally every which way he could think of before killing them both! I smelled her fear, her pain! If I can prevent that from happening I will! Besides I feel better when I see them die." She had shouted most of it, but the admission at the last was softly spoken. I shut my eyes, so that was it. Taking a few good whiffs I placed the man's scent, it had to be Kally's father. Maybe not Josh's sire, but it was too close not to be Kally's dad.
I watched as they got in the car and headed off. She was in it for revenge, for justice even. How the fuck did I deal with this? It wasn't like she was just a cold blooded killer, she was hunting down child molesters, specific men. Her sense of smell was as good as my own, so I knew she was playing judge, jury, and excutioner, and even deeper down I knew they were all guilty as charged. Fuck me.