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bleedingsun (profile) wrote, on 1-14-2005 at 1:17am
Current mood: extremely tired Music: A Perfect Circle Subject: It's finally finished.
So here it is, what I'll be handing her tomorrow afternoon. I need sleep. Enjoy. He could remember the second his eyes found her. He had been prowling the dark city streets in search of something to satisfy this need that drove him so fiercely. She stood out among the pedestrians that lined the street and radiated exquisiteness. Such a beauty was perfectly laudable, and it caught him off guard. He didn’t know whether to take her for his own, or let this goddess go free. Ambivalent as he was, this quandary did not last long. He did what eventually he would have anyway and gave into the hunger. His heart started pounding, his mind was racing and he could feel the blood coursing through his body, it was kismet, he knew he would have her. He followed her silently until she was completely alone, standing on the corner and awaiting the city bus. With the dark of night on his side, he stayed in the shadows as he crept up upon her. A voracious hormone flooded his veins as he raised his clawed hand above his head and brought it down quickly on the back of her skull. She fell unconscious to the ground. Looking around to see if anyone had seen him, he crouched down, picked her up and laid her limp body across his shoulder. He carried her deep into the forest and she lay dormant on his shoulder, her arms dangling and brushing against his back. Halfway to the cave, where he fed on his prey, he could hear her whimpering softly as she slowly came to consciousness. He felt her body stiffen and he knew she had awoken. She screamed in deprecation as she realized what was happening. Under duress, her fists started beating furiously against him, her nails dug into his skin and he could feel blood begin to trickle down his back. She was quite the tenacious women and it made him laugh; she actually thought she could bring pain to her nemesis. He grinned when he smelled her start to sweat, they always tasted better when full of fear. “Tonight the hunger will be pleased,” he had thought. It took more than the carrion of animals to satisfy the hunger, and she would prove to be a very appeasing meal. Knowing the cave was not far, he started running faster. Realizing she would not be able to fight her way out of this situation, she stopped digging into his back and started entreating him to let her go. Her words were not profound in the slightest bit as she stuttered through a few minutes of pleading and crying. Her attempts were futile. Suddenly, while running, his foot caught under a protruding tree root and he fell to the ground. His ankle twisted and snapped under his weight and she flew from his grasp, rolling a few feet ahead of him. As she scrambled to get up he crawled towards her. She arose to her feet as he reached for her leg and clutched it firmly. She started to run and his claws sunk deep within her flesh. He held her tight but she pulled away screaming as he tore a chunk of meat out of her leg. Disappearing, she ran into the cover of the shadows under the dark foliage. Lying there, letting the pain subside, he chided himself for not being scrupulous enough. If he had been more careful this never would have happened. It was a complete fiasco, he had wanted to leave her unscathed until he was ready to feed, but it was clear that would not be happening after the debacle that had just befallen him. Arising to his feet, he slowly put pressure down on his hurt ankle. It was not broken, but he couldn’t do much more than limp for now. The hunger was intensifying and he was almost appalled at how much his insides ached for food. Like any good predator, even with a sprained ankle, he traveled swiftly through the forest, his movements covert and unheard. He could tell he was growing closer. It wouldn’t be long until she was in his arms and his mouth watered at just the thought of it. The scent of fear filled the air like fog and made his heart pound. The trail of blood that she created like a path to her own demise was rapidly thickening, and yes, such a copious loss of blood would abridge, and debase the pleasure of his feeding, but that didn’t matter; all that mattered was the hunger, and the need to quench it. He stopped suddenly, and realized she wasn’t far now. Having given up on running or maybe fallen herself, she was now within feet of him. He was sure she had not heard him creep up, so he still had the power of surprise to squeeze even more fear out of her. Fear was what fueled the monster within, the hunger. Without fear, feeding had no purpose; the meat was bland and unfulfilling. It left him begging for more. She tried to feign silence but failed miserably. You could hide nothing from this beasts ears, not at a time like this. It seemed that the hunger heightened his senses to an infinite extent. He could hear the rhythm to the beating of her heart, the sound of her eyelids fluttering open and shut. He could smell the sour sweat, and the warm, fear filled breath that poured out of her. But most of all he could smell the blood. He tilted his head upward in the air and sniffed in deeply, closing his eyes. She was behind a tree to his left. He snuck quietly around to the back of the tree, opposite the direction she was facing. She was knelt down on her right knee, and had her left up, with her foot on the ground. Leaning against the tree, she was clutching the wound on the side of her shin. Half congealed blood coated her hand, and dry blood started to flake on the skin below the massive piece of missing flesh. His face was within inches of the back of her head as he let out a long, slow breath. It barely caused her hair to move but instantly she started trembling. She slowly turned around and her wide eyes met his. Her mouth posed for a scream, but no sound came from within. It was then he pounced and engulfed her. He left nothing when finished and wiped the blood from around his mouth onto his forearm. Deep within he growled, and the hunger was pleased.
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