Onto the Storm Front
It's been so long since I had a lover in the night. . . And then watch them squirm knowing all too well I'm far too powerful to resist.
Unlike my usual 'night strolls,' I've decided to go out in the day to venture about Station Square hoping to scout out places that will pique my interest for tonight's hunt. And then I saw her . . . The pink hedgehog from a month ago. She was as beautiful as ever but then my smile had faded as I noticed she was preoccupied with someone; A blue hedgehog.
I bite my lip as I decided to walk in to get a better idea of my pray, and as I entered the flutter in my chest couldn't cease. Right there, in the midst of a beautiful sun, was my pink rose and my little hedgehog that had been found not too long ago. What a lucky man I am.
A rather cute cat waitress sat me down on the near opposite side of their table. I held back a snicker as I seen the little hedgehog being dragged away from touching obvious trash, which was the blue hedgehog.
I watched the pink hedgehog until she wiped her delicate lips and left with the blue hedgehog. But I didn't bother get up to follow her, she's too special to have so suddenly; I'll have to plan and set up the perfect thing for her.
I repeated my order of coffee and truffles, until the last few waitresses were left, including the cat. When she came back around, shouting at her boss, an elderly fox that she was clocking out I dove to my chance.
"Excuse me, Miss?" The cat turned to me and smiled.
"Need anything else, Sir? Since I'm about to leave and you seem to love those strawberry and banana truffles so much, why don't I make them on the house." The cat smiled as she seemed to be intrigued with the idea of impressing me. How idiotic. But I'll give her some credit, for her looks at the very least.
I smiled and said, "Well you see I was hoping if you know any other restaurants that might have some really delicious steak." The cat looked at me rather perplexed and her ear twitched, but she smiled all the same way. Such innocence is fun to ruin.
"Well there is Club Rouge, in Downtown Square; the chef there is pretty good. You know she made those truffles?" The cat smiled.
"You see I'm new in town, and tonight's the only night I have to go out before I start work, and plus I'm not much for having dinner alone . . ." The cat looked at me and frowned.
"I have to get home and give my grandmother her medicine, but I guess I can show you the way. There are enough girls at Club Rouge to get your attention, anyways."
I smiled as I got up from my seat and followed her outside the restaurant," It's rather rude of me to not ask you this before, but may I ask your name?"
"Oh my name is Ashlen, and yours?"
"My name is Mikey." As if I'll tell her my real name.
We've been walking for nearly twenty minutes when we came across the street from a crowd of people standing for entrance into an upbeat nightclub. I pulled a pair of gloves out of my pocket, unnoticed, and slipped them under my sleeve. I turned to Ashlen and smiled at her, as she did the same. But her eyes widen in complete shock when I planted my lips onto her and eased her back into the darkness of the alley front. She gently pushed me away as she begun gasping for air.
"W-what are you doing? I-I have a boyfriend!" She said a bit exasperated and trying to hide a red smudge on her cheeks.
"Hm, I didn't mean it in such a way, in my culture it's a form of thank you and greeting." I studied her until I could see her face contort into a sort of understanding.
As she started to pull away, I kept on pushing her into the wall staring at her with the same look, slowly pulling on the gloves from behind her back.
"What are you doing? The club is right across the street." The cat stammered as I picked up she was on to me. And before I knew it I was on top of her covering her screams as with the tiniest slip of my pocket knife, I had slit her neck and quickly stormed off across the street, and disappeared into the crowd.