Predator

Prey- Part 1

Drip, drip, drip. 

I feel the hot sticky liquid fall from my hands, my jaw and my tongue. Coating my skin like molded armor. A throaty moan reverberates from my chest, I felt the darkness stroke my skin, rewarding me, encouraging me. 

Drip, drip, drip. 

My hand wipes my jaw, smearing the blood from my mouth. It tasted metallic and thick, running down my throat in glorious waves, it's scent filling the clearing.  Rasps pull my attention to the floor, I was so caught up in the blood frenzy I forgot about prey. Blue eyes fade in and out, a cloudy mist of death hovering close. Red was painted over her throat, matted in her blonde hair and sticking to her green shirt. Crouching, I trailed a hand over her cheek, my claws lightly scraping the skin. My prey flinched. "Please" Blood bubbles from her lips, spilling onto her chin. I lean down and lick it away, sighing at the richness. She whimpered. "Please" She tries again. Smirking, I bend down to her ear, my breath fanning and caressing her neck. "I want to play a little longer" Her scream is cut off as I recoil to strike again. "No" 

I curse as her neck snaps, death claiming her with a desperate snatch. The adrenaline of the kill begins to fade. I waited weeks to do this, I wanted more. Growling, I face the figure who stopped my play. "Malum, that's enough" The witch steps from the shadows, her hands resting by her sides, her left pinky missing. "It is never enough" I snarl, blood spitting from my mouth. "I meant for her, not for you" She sniffs, head dipped towards the limp figure. My eyes roll and I bite back the urge to rip out her throat. Letting the high of the kill leave my head.

"Lets clear up this mess" With a wave of her creamy hand, the body was gone, traces of blood had vanished, and I was wearing a dark button-up and jeans. "You always ruin my fun" I growl, folding the cuffs of my shirt. "Well at least she will be grateful" Cynthia gestures to a space on her left. Nodding at what appeared to be empty air. My jaw ticks with inpatients, "We do this every time Cia, I know how it works" She blinks her green eyes at me and furrows her brow. "Well then you should know that the next step would be a lot easier if you just snapped her neck, rather than torturing her" Internally, I know she's right but I still roll my eyes and tip my head skyward, enjoying the full moon.

"Have you decided who your going to pick for next month?" She sighs, her lips pursed in disapproval. "Oh come on Cia, don't be like that" I narrow my eyes and smirk at her. "I have followed you for a hundreds of years, and watching you do that will always bring me the same horror as it did the first time" She shudders, wrapping her coat around her chest. "Then why let me?" I tease, knowing the answer. "Bastard" She flings out a hand and my face is knocked to the side with the magic slap. Clicking my jaw, I sniff "Feisty tonight", "You know why" She growls, her blonde hair whipping round her cheeks with the force of the wind. "Yes, yes I do"...