Huntress: A monologue
I sit, tense, prepared in the hard desk
A knife slung across my back,
Two more concealed within my boots
My instincts tell me one is near
Prepared, I wait in silence
Teacher drones on, class is nearly done
Monotonous silence nearly gone
I gaze around and finally
My opponent locks eyes with me
Her eyes are black & hard
Her skin as cold as death
She flashes a smile and I can't help
But flinch a little bit.
Bell rings, class flees
I move swiftly, silently
In order to catch my prey
She is a hunter, in her kind
She is the strong, we are the weak
But the truth is she is weak
My kind have hunted hers for years
In silence and darkness we strike
Finally I catch her, she tries to run,
She is no match for me.
She bears her fangs,
Goes for my throat, falling for my trap
As she strikes, so do I
Grab my knife, strike her heart,
Obliterate her power.
I replace my knife and turn away
Let her dies alone
As she dies a single word passes my lips:
"Vampire."