With shaky, blood-stained hands, he reached for the boy, teeth grinding in frustration. This needed to end.
Just as the boy scrambled backwards and hit the wall, he lunged, digging his nails into the boy's shoulder, ignoring the pained whimper. He snarled, reaching for his knife, gripping the handle tightly and looked back at his victim, then he faltered.
That was his mistake.
The boy sensed his weakness and took advantage of it. His big brown eyes blackened and his fat tears became inky, his teeth sharpened and his skin turned paper white.
With a guttural growl, the boy leaned his head back and reached forward to sink his teeth into the man's neck. He could hear the man's frightened, desperate heart stop. He let go and grinned, a fast kill, and licked the blood off his lips.
The boy's family will eat well tonight.
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So this is the first story I thought of to put into a small notebook my grandma gave me, and my friends and my teachers liked it, :)
What do you think? It's good, it could use some work, or is it not at all impressive? Please tell me :D
