The Hunt
I rise from my lair.....
Night has fallen on the busy city. I wander the dark city streets, under the pounding neon lights of the many seedy bars and clubs in the red-light district. My skin is pale and the flashing signs gives it an eerie glow. The many people busy, no, trapped, in their own personal ventures and drunken ways see me, but take no notice nor do they care. This place is too busy and I decide to find my prey in a more secluded place. I turn the corner into an alley. I do not walk far when a youngish male appears before me from a doorway. I applaud his stealthness, for I admit I did not see nor hear him. His face is that of a teen with the grossly croppings of pubescent facial hair. His skin is potmarked, no less from an acute case of teenage acne. I find him amusing and I bait him. "Can I help you?" I ask.
"Can I help you?" he mocks, "Man, you are a trip! You've got some balls to walk down my street in your fancy clothes . You must be loaded with cash or you are just one of those fancy boys looking to punk someone. Give me what you have and I might let you live."
"Your street?" I mock in reply, "Then I must apologize, for I did not know this was your....turf."
"You sure talk funny. Where are you from man? You one of those Euro-peans or somethin' like that?"
"Yes, something like that." I reply.
"Look", he begins to stammer"I ain't got time for yo' crap. Give me your money or I'll slit your throat right here. And stop staring at me like that, it gives me the creeps."
"Slice my throat you say. Give me yourmoney. You are indeed a silly sot. What if I say no? What if I say you have to take it?" I laugh.
Half-hazardly, the youth grabs me by my shirt and I allow him to throw me against the wall. "That's it man, your through." he yells as he tries to stab me in the chest.
I've had enough now and the fun is over. I grab his wrist and he looks at me confused. I squeeze and hear his wrist snap like the wet branches of a tree. He yells in pain but I quickly grab him by the throat with my other hand and silence him. I lift him stoicly in the air and watch as he struggles to breathe. Angrily, I snap his neck and he falls dead as wood. I dispose of his remains in a nearby dumpster. Such a waste of blood on my part, but the child troubled me. He was pathetic and unworthy of the kill.
I continue on my quest, my hunger growing now. Then I find her. She stands shivering under the lamplight near a street corner in a worn out coat. Her hair is blond but dirty and she could be no more than 16. She is thin and likely hungry too. I walk towards her and she speaks to me first in a voice as heavenly as the angels.
"Hello mister, do you want to go to a party?"
"And where would that party be?" I ask.
"Anywhere you would like." she seductively replies. "but it will cost you."
"Everything has a price. And how much would this party....cost?"
"oh...I don't know" she replies, "Maybe 50 bucks."
"50 dollars sounds reasonable. I take it from your manner that you are 'new' to the business?" I ask of her.
"Well, yeah. I ran away from home and just got into town the day before yesterday. Look, your not a cop or something?"
"No, my dear", I laughingly reply, "I'm no police officer."
"Well, that's cool. I had to ask you know." she nervously replied.
"I understand. One can't be too careful. Would you like to join me for some dinner at my home first?"
"Sure ." she says.
I take her to my lair and offer her some food I had already prepared before. She eats hungrily, as hungry as I grow myself, but I watch her with interest.
"Are you married or got a girlfriend or something?" she asks.
"No" I reply "I've never married. Can I ask your name?"
"Its Jenny, I'm from Kansas. I ran away because my stepbrother kept trying to have his way, you know ,get some from me ? I'm going to get a job as a model and live the good life."
"I see, how horrid. Do you not know anyone here?"
"Nope, never been here before. I don't know anyone."
"Well, you know me. I am Marcellus."
"That's a funny name. Your parents not like you or something."
"I wouldn't know, I never knew my parents. They were killed while I was still young."
"Sorry to hear that, but life sucks you know." She says as she licks the las t of her food from her fingers. "Well she says, should we get down to it."
"As you wish" I say.
I lead her to the bedroom. She is eager and takes her clothes off quickly. "Do you want top or bottom?" she asks.
Saying nothing, I grab her and kiss her solidly on the mouth. She groans and kisses me back. I lovingly lick her neck and breasts, savoring the flavor. I lay her down on the bed as she moans excessively. "Do me" she begs "I love it. You're so cold baby." I play with her some more and she moans with pleasure. I hear her heart beat faster as the blood pounds in her veins. At the pivotal moment, I place her throat in her mouth and my fangs pierce her neck. At first she struggles, then, as if accepting the inevitable, falls limply as I drink hungrily from her. I am satisfied.
I pick her limp form from the bed and take her to a darkened alley. There, I place her half-hazardly dressed up against the wall. The authorities will no less think of her as just another Jane Doe. I take one last look at her dead corpse and a pang of guilt grips my heart. I had a daughter many years ago. I watched from afar as she grew older and raised a family of her own. She was as pretty as this young girl before me. But the feeling soon fades. I fulfilled the hunt and it will be dawn soon. Everything has a price. I return to my lair knowing that the hunt will begin again tonight.
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