The Vampire smiled.
A smile that any predator would have recognized. A smile that signaled that the prey had been flushed, that the prey was on the move, that the hunt was on.
The Vampire took a big whiff of the evening air. It could smell its prey now, smell the blood pounding throughout its veins, smell the fear that seemed to hang heavy in the still evening air. A smell that was always intoxicating to the Vampire.
The Vampire let the smell linger on its brain, eyes closed, face tilted to the moon. It was with great reluctance that the vampire lowered its face in the direction its prey had run in. Its eyes open, revealing yellow orbs that lacked anything human in them. The eyes went along perfectly with the beast’s face with it pronounced brow and creased forehead, features that destroyed the once human face the Vampire had worn earlier in the night. To complete the demonic mask, the Vampires mouth hides a set of elongated fangs. Fangs, which were easily able to puncture the soft skin of its prey, allowing the beast to feed. Inhuman strength and speed, plus the lack of a conscious rounded out the tools in the predator’s arsenal. Such tools made the Vampire the perfect hunter for its type of prey: humans
Fully confident in its place on this world, the Vampire had every reason to smile.
Finally, the moment came where the vampire had sensed it had given its prey long enough of a head start. It was the poor hunter indeed that allowed its prey to get too far ahead so that it might actually escape.
With a hiss of anticipation, the Vampire set off at a speed that seemed not quite right for human, disappearing into the dark.
The Prey ran.
Perhaps it is wrong is simply call the figure, “The Prey”, for the being had a name, had a gender, had many traits that warranted recognition. In fact, the figure was a girl, a teenager to be more exact, who was named Christina. Christina was a sophomore at the local high school of Raining Rock California, roughly an hour and a half drive northeast of LA. For the most part, Christina was your typical teenager. The only thing that really set her apart was that she liked to go out of nightly walks.
Alone.
This poor choice of habits is what leads Christina to her current predicament. She had no clue what was happening. At first she had run into a very cute college guy named Eric, the next moment, his face had seemed to melt and shift into something…horrible. Eric has simply stood there, letting her take his imagine in and then finally uttered one word.
Run.
And so now Christina was running, and in the back her mind, she know that she was running for her life, which made everything that had quickly transpired even more terrifying. Running terrified for its life, the perfect definition of prey.
Christina immediately made a bee line for town, instinct guiding her between dark and closed up business buildings, knowing that past this part of town would lead her to houses, and lights, and possible safety.
The Prey kept weaving between and around buildings, not thinking, just doing. Soon, very soon, it she would break free, into the lights, in to free…dead in.
Damn.
A smile that any predator would have recognized. A smile that signaled that the prey had been flushed, that the prey was on the move, that the hunt was on.
The Vampire took a big whiff of the evening air. It could smell its prey now, smell the blood pounding throughout its veins, smell the fear that seemed to hang heavy in the still evening air. A smell that was always intoxicating to the Vampire.
The Vampire let the smell linger on its brain, eyes closed, face tilted to the moon. It was with great reluctance that the vampire lowered its face in the direction its prey had run in. Its eyes open, revealing yellow orbs that lacked anything human in them. The eyes went along perfectly with the beast’s face with it pronounced brow and creased forehead, features that destroyed the once human face the Vampire had worn earlier in the night. To complete the demonic mask, the Vampires mouth hides a set of elongated fangs. Fangs, which were easily able to puncture the soft skin of its prey, allowing the beast to feed. Inhuman strength and speed, plus the lack of a conscious rounded out the tools in the predator’s arsenal. Such tools made the Vampire the perfect hunter for its type of prey: humans
Fully confident in its place on this world, the Vampire had every reason to smile.
Finally, the moment came where the vampire had sensed it had given its prey long enough of a head start. It was the poor hunter indeed that allowed its prey to get too far ahead so that it might actually escape.
With a hiss of anticipation, the Vampire set off at a speed that seemed not quite right for human, disappearing into the dark.
The Prey ran.
Perhaps it is wrong is simply call the figure, “The Prey”, for the being had a name, had a gender, had many traits that warranted recognition. In fact, the figure was a girl, a teenager to be more exact, who was named Christina. Christina was a sophomore at the local high school of Raining Rock California, roughly an hour and a half drive northeast of LA. For the most part, Christina was your typical teenager. The only thing that really set her apart was that she liked to go out of nightly walks.
Alone.
This poor choice of habits is what leads Christina to her current predicament. She had no clue what was happening. At first she had run into a very cute college guy named Eric, the next moment, his face had seemed to melt and shift into something…horrible. Eric has simply stood there, letting her take his imagine in and then finally uttered one word.
Run.
And so now Christina was running, and in the back her mind, she know that she was running for her life, which made everything that had quickly transpired even more terrifying. Running terrified for its life, the perfect definition of prey.
Christina immediately made a bee line for town, instinct guiding her between dark and closed up business buildings, knowing that past this part of town would lead her to houses, and lights, and possible safety.
The Prey kept weaving between and around buildings, not thinking, just doing. Soon, very soon, it she would break free, into the lights, in to free…dead in.
Damn.