He follows her through the croud pretending to be oblivious to the harsh words of the villagers. Pretending to be a weak, docile, pathetic human who had no idea of what was going on...

"Look, it's him! The demo--"

"Shush! Are you begging for punishment! If anyone hears you..."

"Everyone hates it as much as we do! Why don't they just kill the thing already! I can't sleep at night with it alive! Especially with the rumors going around..."

"So you think it was the thing that's been killing people lately?"

"Of course i know it was the murderer! Heaven help us it's a bloodthirsty demon! He'll kill all of us one day! Just watch!"

He grinned, revealing his long canines. The two women visabley shuddered as he walked past him. And you'll be the first..

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His teeth tore through the soft flesh of her throat, exposing her bloody shuddering windpipe. Blood flecked across his face and into his eyes, a semblence of tears as it flowed down his face. The woman stuggled weakly, managing to get her shaky hand wrapped around the neck of the now still demon in front of her. She squeezed as hard as she could, vainly hoping, praying that something would happen, that the monster would die, that the demon would seize to exist, that she could just destroy the fleeting glimpse of a shunned and terrified boy that she had seen in that one moment. That one awful moment where she had relized what they had done, what she had done to this poor child. A self fullfilling prophecy,

Treated as a demon, a demon he shall become.

He lifted up a hand, brought it to his mouth and started to lick off the blood, he made a disgusted face before spitting the liquid on the ground. She had to say something, say something! Something! Redeem herself, bring back that boy she had seen, just for a minute, a second, a moment.

"I'm sorry...So sorry.."

She hit the ground with a dull 'thud', the demon standing there, calmly, almost happily, as if he were in a park, enjoying the breeze. His eyes were half lidded as he surveyed the destruction around him...There, a flicker in his eyes, a little jolt of inhuman pain in those ice blue eyes.. Her heart stopped, almost peacefully, her body slowly cooled. Her last wish had been granted.

"Your blood tastes nasty." He spit a pale pink stream on the ground, and wiped his hand on his pants, slowly walking away.

They didn't find the body until morning.

Treated as a demon, a demon he shall become.