My teeth bared, I stand up slowly, never breaking eye contact with the shaky figure in front of me that seemed to forget how to move or breath. I shift my neck from side to side, cracking it.

It feels so good. Being in control again.

And to have this sight in front of me. A meal. A small meal, but a meal none the less. I won't complain. I'll enjoy ripping his throat out and tasting the blood that flows beneath. Feeling his warm flesh torn apart by my claws. What more could I ask for?

I'm so ready to pounce now and get what I want, but I don't want this to end so fast. I have to drag this out. I haven't been entertained with a human meal in so long. They are the best kind of meal and I'm not going to waste this gift wrapped opportunity. No, I'm not. I'm going to enjoy this for as long as I can.

I curl my lips up into a smirk as I stare, fixated on my prey. His heart is beating at a speed that is remarkably similar to a rabbit's. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump. I can barely stifle a chuckle as I draw in a deep breath, holding it a moment to let the boy's anxiety escalate. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump. Then I release a vicious, tree shaking roar that sparks us both into action.

The boy jumps, yelping with fright as he falls backwards, dropping his phone in the process. He scurries back, away from me as he picks himself up and starts running in the opposite direction.

Let the hunt begin, I think to myself with a wicked smile.

My own heart pounding inside my chest, I begin to chase after him with ease. Not directly behind him, but towards the side, hidden within the forest. I'm fooling him into thinking that he might have some sort of distance between us. To taunt him. To play with his mind.

When I say 'humans are the best kind of meal,' it's not only for their taste. It's also for the fun of it. You can toy with humans. You can feel more within them than just the rapid heartbeat as you would a small, fearful animal. Humans get anxious and upset. They try to out think you and have hope that they will outrun you. But the moment when they are finally caught and come to the sudden realization that they are about to die and start begging you for their life. It is unlike any other feeling in the world. It is a feeling of power. Pure power. To know that I am smarter and stronger in every way.

I must savor this opportunity given to me tonight. Sure, I shouldn't play with my food, but who can help it when it's this exhilarating.

I listen to the boy's ragged breathing as he sprints back up his trail, towards safety. Does he think he is going to be fast enough? Fast enough to out run a wolf? How admirable.

I stealthily run in front of him and to the right, still hidden by the night's darkness, to let out a low growl that rips through the air. The boy yells in surprise. Not having heard me move around him, he almost loses balance as his feet slide across the ground and he changes direction. He goes off of the trail, both away from me and away from his safe haven.

I change our direction multiple times, leading him deeper and deeper into the forest before I finally convince myself that the boy is lost enough to not have a clue where he is or even how to get back.

I grin with joy as I run up directly behind him. I'm on his tail and without him realizing it, I lean forward to growl inches away from his ear.

The boy immediately ducks away from my voice, crying out and losing his balance. He falls hard to the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a stop, lying on his back. A few grunts escape his mouth from the wind being knocked out of him.

I stop, out of sight. The nearby trees granting me with an abundance of hiding places.

The boy sits up, lungs begging for air. He looks around frantically, trying to see through the darkness. His lack of knowledge for where I am gives him a vulnerable look that makes me hum.

I can see the fear in the boy's innocent, honey brown eyes as he cautiously gets to his feet, still panting and shaking slightly from the adrenaline pulsing through his body.

The boy whips his head to the right as he hears me crack a twig. Then he whips his head to the left as another snaps. He swings his head in the direction of any small noise that is made whether it is by me or not.

"Where are you?" He yells into the night air, his anxiety weighing down on him. His movements are spastic as he attempts to have a view of all his surroundings, bracing himself for my presence to appear from any direction. "My dad's the sheriff and believe me when I tell you that he will have every cop looking for me if I go missing, alright?" The more he speaks, the less confident his words grow until they are nothing but wary murmurs. "So just save yourself the trouble."

I laugh maliciously, the sound booming through the trees. The boy cringes, not expecting such a loud reaction. He glances around, listening to where it is all originating from. I see his wide eyes and hear his heart beating so fast. Thump thump thump. So much like a rabbit's. I smirk, thinking to myself. He is my little rabbit. "Don't worry, little rabbit," I coo. Slowly, beginning to walk forward, stopping just before I can come into view. His body is turned, facing the trees to the left of where I'm standing while his head tilts slowly in my direction. Uneasiness settling on his face as his eyes dart around the shadows that still hide me. I tell him, in a low and more sadistic voice, "I'll be done with you before they ever find out you were gone."

He lets out a shaky exhale, struggling to speak his next words. "Please." he chokes out. "Just. Just leave me alone! I'll walk away and won't say a thing." He pleads with me. "I won't bother you again. I just want to go home." I hear the desperation in his voice that I've craved for so long. I can tell that he is finally coming to the conclusion that he won't be able to outrun me. That he is my victim until I allow him to leave. There is nothing he can do. The poor little rabbit is helpless with nowhere else to run.

"No, no little rabbit. I don't think you will find your rabbit hole tonight." I jest, emerging from my hiding place at last. He turns to fully face me, getting a second look at what I am. His eyes grow wide at my animalistic features, once again losing the ability to breath normally. Every agonizingly slow step I take towards him, he matches it by taking one back. I chuckle, smelling all the nerves that radiate off of him.

"Wh-what are you?" He stutters while continuing to walk backwards, stumbling on a tree root sticking up from the ground. He quickly catches himself and regains his composure without ever once diverting his eyes from mine. No doubt, he is trying to ensure I won't make any unsuspecting movements towards him. Smart little rabbit. He knows that you should never turn your gaze away from the enemy.

"Is little rabbit scared?" I ask, amused. My eyes narrow as I wear a sneer that dares him to object to the name I've given him. His eyebrows furrow at it but he only timidly shakes his head in response. It's remarkable. He is still trying to appear brave even though every one of his body's actions betray him as they prove otherwise. That tells me that I'm going to be having a lot of fun with this one. That his body will break before his mind does. He is going to fight with all he has in him until his heart beats no more. I've always liked a challenge and it seems that my little, brave, smart, innocent, weak, slow, defenseless, youthful, rapid heart beating rabbit is going to give me just that.

My claws itch to grab ahold of him and it's getting harder and harder for me to not act out. The boy is backed up against a giant pine tree now and is beginning to inch around it, uncomfortable with the idea of not being able to move away any further. I won't have any of that though. I pick up my pace, closing the distance between myself and my meal with one stride in the blink of an eye. My motions are so quick, he doesn't have time to react before I wrap my hand tightly around his throat, pinning him to the tree. Slowly, I begin to squeeze the life out of him.

He whimpers as he grabs at my hand, nails digging into it. I tighten my clutch even more so, making it impossible for another sound to escape his mouth. I feel the rush of his pulse against my firm grip as panic sets in. He writhes and squirms, trying to ease my hold on his windpipe. I see his tears building in his eyes and his face becoming deeper shades of red the more he thrashes. He starts punching and grabbing at me desperately, but to no avail because the pressure never loosens. His efforts are useless against my iron grip, and with every second that passes, his hopes for survival are dwindling away.

I stare at him, mesmerized, his terrified eyes screaming back at me. He strains himself to try and breath but catches no relief for the pain that is forming in his lungs. I feel his body becoming weaker as his strength leaves him from lack of oxygen. He can barely hold himself up any longer as he begins to slip away.

Without fully letting go, I loosen my grip around his throat, allowing him access to air once again. He chokes as he gulps it down, greedily. Shivering, color flushes back into his face. His chest heaves as he calms himself down from nearly passing out. I glance down to where my hand presses him against the tree. A warm liquid has seeped onto my fingers from the gashes I made with my claws. It seems I had been holding on a little too tightly.

I move my hand a few inches down to his collar bone, still having a secure hold on him, so that I might see the damage I've done. I gaze at the wound, blood smeared all around it. It isn't as bad as it looks. Nothing life threatening. I can still continue to play with my rabbit.

I feel my pupils dilate as I continue to stare at the red substance. I inch closer to the boy's throat. Even though I'm able smell it from the distance that is between us, I still want to get closer to it. The boy tries to jerk away, but my other hand comes up and grabs his shoulder. With both hands now holding onto him, I push him hard against the tree behind him so that he won't budge again. A whimper escapes his lips from the added pressure, his whole body now so tense that it shakes, but that doesn't phase me. He holds his breath, turning away, as I lean in. Centimeters away, I take in a deep inhale of what has caused this whole incident in the first place.

A rumble forms from inside my chest as I let out a strained exhale. The aroma consumes me once again, making my mouth hang open, ready to taste the liquid. My stomach feels like a pit, eating itself. It aches with longing. I tense up, allowing my teeth to brush across his skin. I know that if I bite down right now, this will all be over. My hunger for flesh would begin to dissipate and be happily filled. My stomach wouldn't pain anymore and I wouldn't be teasing myself with being so close to my meal and not taking a bite. My teeth clamp down gently, about to rip out there first mouthful of relief from the trembling figure.

However, I don't want this to be over just yet. My game isn't ready to end. Not while I'm not bored with my playmate yet. We have so much time on our hands and I can look past my hunger while there are other cravings to be dealt with at the moment. I release his throat from my teeth and instead, move my head back so I can get a view of the boy's face.

"How about now?" I ask him reverting to my previous question that he denied. There is no doubt that he is afraid. Tears have now escaped his eyes as he continues to look away from me. His hands are lifted, quivering uncontrollably, between us. As if they are going to try to stop me if I come too close again. The edge of my mouth lifts in a sort of crooked smile as I take in what I've done so far.

"Please," he sobs. "Just let me go." He begs, but his begging is only making me want to carry on. My smile widens at his pleas and I feel pride in my chest, knowing that I am succeeding in frightening the boy. But I want to hear more. I have to hear more. Too excited, my claws reach back up to his throat. This time I dig them in rather than suffocating my victim. The pain forces the boy to let out a blood curdling scream that would pierce anyone's ears, but only soothe mine as it gives me what I want. He grabs at my hands, trying to pry them off of him, but he is no match for my strength.

I watch the blood creep down his neck from the new set of gashes I have just made. This time, I intend to taste it. My claws still digging into the boy, I lean forward again and lick at the oozing liquid without hesitation. The boy cringes away, groaning from the pain, he's careful not to move too much and cause my claws to inflict any more damage than they already have with their tight grip. I continue lapping it up, the action becoming more feverish the moment the flavor first touches the tip of my tongue.

I pinch harder wanting more to come out. Needing more of it to come out. The boy's screams can be heard over my ravenous growls in the background but I can't stop myself. I'm in a trance, trying to please a desire that is insatiable. I feel pressure on my chest as he tries to push me away, but again, he doesn't meet the physical requirements to match the amount of power I have.

Absentmindedly, I begin to nibble at the surface. My teeth creating fine, red lines. I push in deeper, the urgency to have more possessing my actions until a hard blow to my face pulls me from my stupor and away from the boy's throat. Without thinking, a snarl rips through me as I glare angrily at the figure inches away from my bared teeth. My breathing has become hard and ragged from the lack of oxygen I was intaking while in my sub-conscious state.

The burning sensation that swells inside me quickly vanishes though as I stare down at the cowering figure facing away from me. The scowl I wear replaces itself with a grin. My little rabbit punched me. A rabbit punching a wolf. It has to be a joke, because of how amusing I find it. What makes it even more amusing is that he's brave enough to punch me but still can't bring himself to look at my face. In fact, every inch of his tense and shaky body reeks of fear.

I bring one of my claws up to the boy's temple that is further away from me, putting pressure on it so that his face turns in my direction, forcing him to look at me. I don't know if I'm doing it out of enjoying how frightened he is at the sight of me or if it's because I want to get a better view of the terror that is inevitably present in his features. I'm doing it for both reasons, I suppose.

Tears stream down the boy's face, quiet sobs escaping his lips. A shudder runs through him as he sees my blood stained teeth showing through the crooked smile currently preoccupying my face.

"Now, now little rabbit." I soothe. "There is no reason to cry yet. We are only just getting started," I chuckle at him. A look of despair creeps on his face. He is coming to a realization that tonight is going to be the longest night of his life. There is going to be a lot of pain and a possibility of him not surviving it at all. Another outbreak of sobs make their way out of the boy, but I can sense that he still isn't ready to give up the fight for his life just yet. That will all change soon enough. I'm going to make it so that he begs me for death. I'm going to make him scream for it.

I drag my claw down, deep and slow, from his temple all the way to his chin. My ears consume his cries and pleadings to stop. The sound is like ecstasy to me. Maybe I'll let the boy live long enough for me to record it so I can listen to it whenever I want to.

Blood from the thick slash now residing on the side of the boy's face trickles onto my fingertip. I remove my claw so that I can place it in my mouth, the iron flavor making my taste buds go insane. How could I have gone so long without preying on the human species? My human half must be deranged to have the discipline to stay away from them for so long. I'm going crazy just thinking that after this night is through, he will be back in control. Pushing me into my cage once again and after my actions tonight, I don't know when the next time is that he will let me out. He can only keep me contained for so long, but that doesn't stop him from trying. I know him. He will take us out far away from civilization. In the middle of some huge forest that people don't live in. Or he will just lock me away on the nights that I take charge of our body. Allowing me to eat whatever he catches himself and sets beside me so that my bloodlust is at bay but not permitting me to hunt it myself. Either way, I need to take advantage of tonight and make it worth it.

I look down at my entertainment for the last free night I will have for a long time to come. Because that's what this teenage boy is to me. He is a thing. A play thing. A toy. He is a treat, given to me by an unknown source for my putting up with my human half's annoying cautiousness for what's felt like ages. He is an object that I may do with as I please. He will play my games with me and he isn't going to like them but I can't find it within me to care.

I feel the boy trembling in my hold before I release him. My hands rest at my sides, claws still extended. The boy leans against the tree, furrowing his eyebrows in uncertainty. All I did was stare back at him, waiting for him to recover a little before we continue. I have to make sure that his frail, little body can take everything that's coming to him. I have a history of breaking my toys too soon after acquiring them.

"Are you letting me go?" He asks, all too hopeful.

I quirk my eyebrow at him. How optimistic this boy is. "Not at all," I chuckle before letting my next three words fall tauntingly from my mouth, ensuring I pronounce each syllable as slowly and distinctly as I can. "My little rabbit."