Across the city, near the divide of the well to do and old town. A rule is broken in a lonely park.
Well, he is certainly not breed vampire…he heard her say from behind him. The intense excitement, the pleasure he expected from this little chase quickly faded. If he could see his own reflection. He could only imagine what he looked like. The predator chasing his prey, a young girl, maybe twelve, could be younger but he didn't care. He preferred, needed no grass on the field.
This isn't fair…he whispered as fear tightened its grip around his throat. This isn't right….you can't…do…this…I'm on a mission for Academy City…if you…he swallowed what little saliva he had left. He coughed, hacked, his mouth twisting unnaturally. He was protected. Or though he thought. His frozen fingers bent like claws around her wrist, hearing the words slipping into his ears. How could this happen?…he was careful. He was professional.
The young girl, sitting on the bench next him, with her arm across the back, cocked her head and grinned. She was a thin girl with long reddish hair and beautiful white skin. Her large green eyes sparkled now. Not like the fear early.
He approached her from behind and sat on the bench. He tried to start a conversation, about the weather, video games, even idols. Pretty creepy coming from a man his age.
She was scared, apprehensive, like a small rabbit ready to run, realizing she had been caught by a scary predator. The way she quickly blinked, oh, how her green eyes enlarged. And her tiny mouth trembled. She tried to leave but he snatched her by the wrist and grinned. He squeezed. It was so tiny, like a twig about to break.
You're hurting me…she whimpered, pulling away. Please let me go…I…i...have to go home….she tugged, getting to her feet to gain some sort of strength. Squeezed her eyes shut, her face misshapen by the fear to run. Her shoes slipped across the loose dirt and she fell back on the bench.
I just want to talk to you….somewhere alone…perhaps get to know you better…she shrank as he touched her cheek. Let me go…she pleaded again and again…I have to go home…now.
Why? He asked her, looking concerned. He leaned closer, pulled her closer, smelled her and licked her cheek with his grasping tongue. It curled and crawled across her beautiful white skin. The tip of his disgusting tongue circled around her closed eye over her forehead….burying his nose in her reddish hair. You smell so good…why do you have to go home. He pulled away a looked at her like a taunting predator.
Because….she said, slowing raising her head, opened her large green eyes, the imitation of fear pulled away. Her small mouth stretched into a smile. Because….great grandmother just bought this dress for me and in don't want it to get bloody….she sighed, leaned confidently back against the bench…
The scared little girl disappeared.
He was still holding her left hand. The tiny wrist so small like a twig he could easily break. The audacity of the bitch…looking so confident. The nerve…
Don't you look at me like that…he screamed, his face red with anger, eyes bulging like a primitive beast. his hand quickly raised in a practiced motion. You will not…
She didn't flinch. She didn't move. It irritated him. The obnoxious young girl looking at him like he was nothing. Ungrateful little bitch. Didn't she know how many times he'd done this. Hundreds…so happy, so carefree…afraid of nothing. So helpful…so stupid….they learned their lessons…they learned. And he'd teach her.
Now I will teach you! He slammed his hand across her face, she flew back against the bench fell violently to his feet. She looked as if she was begging for mercy…just like the others and he sneered with delight.
That's how it usual went…see…you must discipline them first. It doesnt take long…one or two good hits. Then it is so easy. He remembered that feeling…his eyes glazed over, he'd reach down and grab his growing member. A little more. He drooled. But that wasn't the scene.
She was still there with her head cocked to the side, looking at him like he was an idiot. No…not like that…she wasn't even looking at him…am I beneath her…who does she think she is…..i am nothing…
She was looking over his shoulder, he hadn't noticed. The whole time while he spoke. She was looking over his shoulder. Why?
The corner of the young girl mouth curled, hearing the concerned whisper of the man. That's what they told me to do…if you are ever in trouble, if you are ever afraid, just look at your many great grand mama….
Grandmama?
From the moment he decided that the young girl would be his prey. The moment she and her friend had decided to sneak out during the lockdown and join the hunt. Two young bored human girls. That moment he would regret looking out his window and seeing the two girls meet, giggle with excitement, and rush out into the streets. All of this he thought in his practice motion. But that strike never happened. he never felt the sting of the young girls soft check against his palm of his hand. She never fell off the bench. No, nothing like that at all happened. Instead…something like this happened.
He felt resistance. His arm refusing to move. he tried and tried to the point pain shot through his whole arm. What the! He yelled looking over his shoulder. Who or what would dare to defy him, his right to do what he wanted. And there she was.
She was there standing behind him. Waiting this whole time. She was ordinary. Nothing special. And there was nothing special about what she was wearing. A casual dress outfit with a nice comfortable blue sweater over her shoulders. Her looks were plain, her face average. She had an older sister appeal…a young woman maybe late twenties…could be but she had something he wouldn't want…grass on the field. to him, she didn't register in his mind.
It was the two standing behind her that drew his attention. Two young women, close in age perhaps, but definitely close in looks. Sisters? He wondered, noticing each one wearing an odd outfit. Cosplay maybe?
A maid outfit with long black sleeve tea length with white head wear. A full length bib apron covered the length. With her hair pulled back into a tight bun. But what really set her apart was her face. It was painted half black and half white. Her mouth was the opposite. The part on the white side was painted black and the part of the black side was painted white. She smiled a smiled that sent chills down his spin.
The other was the same but opposite. While her maid outfit was long white sleeve tea length with black head wear. Her full length bib apron was black instead of white. And her face was opposite the other ones. But still painted half white and half black. They remained silent standing behind the first one.
You're grounded…she finally spoke. But…but…the young girl hesitated.
He looked back at the young girl. Her expression changed. She looked worried, scared even….but….she brought her other hand to her chest, pleading her case. but the young woman closed her eyes and shook her head.
My dear granddaughter…she said, he quickly looked over his shoulder, granddaughter? he questioned. His eyes opened wider, still holding the young girl's wrist, and his held by the ordinary woman with extraordinary strength. He knew.
She smiled a telling smile seeing the recognition in his eyes. They were trembling now. His heart, he knew she could hear it…was pounding in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins. His skin starting to heat up and sweat pilled across his skin. Th..theres..bbbeen some kind of mistake…I was just worried about her and….and I…..
The two standing behind her, slowly smiled like a curtain rising to reveal the stage. Vampires fangs peeked and slipped over their lower lips, mother….one them asked the young woman dressed in casual clothes, whatever shall we do?…she asked. The other oddly dress one…shook her head, we are definitely telling your mother you snuck out…she wagged a single finger at the young girl, whose worried voice faded.
He certainly is not breed but still…she took a disappointed breath, cocked her head, and looked past him. The young girl had her head down, pouting, biting her lip, it's not fair…she said.
CRACK! He screamed, the pain rushed down his arm, he gagged, inaudible noises filled his throat, as something crammed itself into his mouth and yanked. Blood, spit, and teeth spread out into the air, covering the bench.
Blood filled his mouth, flooded his throat, He choked on his own blood spilling out of his mouth, on to the empty bench and on to the ground. he raised his bloodied face and the young girl stared and grinned from behind one of the oddly dressed women. Blood speckled her white bib apron. Can I at least stay…if I'm getting into trouble for sneaking out…many greats grandmothers. She asked looking passed his shoulder.
Fine.. she said, holding his bloodied tongue in her hand. make the call.
The world spun around him, his mind grasping for a way out. He stared at the pools of blood, growing larger as it poured out of his mouth. He covered his mouth with his hands, but nothing stopped the bleeding. Tears flowed from the pain of his broken wrist, his tongue torn from his throat. All of it scrambled his thoughts. This wasn't supposed to happen.
He was the hunter, the predator not the prey. They couldn't touch him…he worked for Academy City…he was above the law…he was the butcher of Rostov, the red ripper. He escaped Russia and found his way to Academy City. His skills were needed, and his needs often overlooked.
Andrei Chikatilo screamed a horse blood filled scream, his body coiled and tense as anger turned to rage. He clenched his fist and swung wildly, and everything went black.