RIPPERS

Prologue

Prologue

Red.

It was my new favorite color. It was different from the colors of black and white that I was accustomed to. The whites of the rooms of this building and the blacks of my cage.

I made sure to put as much red as I could.

It was coated on me, stuck on me like a second skin. It was so much that it was in my hair. My clothes weren't white anymore and neither were my teeth. They all were red.

As I walked, I left footsteps of red. Perfect prints along with dragging my hand across the walls, trailing red.....like a paintbrush

Yes.

I was the artist and this entire building was my canvas.

I was sick of white. As if to feign a sense of innocence and angelic nature. This building was anything but. I wonder what color the outside was? Would it be white as well?

The scent of blood overwhelmed me. In a good way. I could recognize it anywhere. The scent is forever imprinted into my mind.

My tongue ran over my fangs at the thought of my very life source.

Then we should probably get back to the chase. I was so overly fascinated by the new color that I forgot what I had to finish. I had forgotten about the hunt.

Raising my nose in the air, I inhaled. More blood and death was present. It coated the building as if an invisible, thick fog. A faint smell of chemicals from upstairs and more smells but death was prominent.

Yet, I had acquired the one I wanted. Funny enough, with all of my accidental stalling, he hadn't gotten far. And to make matters worse, he was heading to my trap. This was too easy and it reflected how pathetic and unprepared they were.

He was noisy.

And obviously didn't think this through. I licked my lips and sped up my walk significantly. He was breathing heavily as his heart failed to pump blood filled oxygen to his lungs. I could hear it.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His black boots made heavy echoing footsteps unlike mine who were light as if nonexistent. The only evidence was the footprints of red. His scream of fear pierced the silent air. He saw his surprise I figured.

The scent of sweat, fear and desperation rolled off of him in waves. He was panicking which excited me.

As I got a few meters away, I slowed into a stalk. I released my killing intent, spreading my aura in this space. My bloodlust. This was my territory. My game now and it was so much more fun.

He whirled around from looking into the cages frantically, feeling my presence. I grinned. He knew he was being hunted

Did he see them? His team? Useless, noisy soldiers they were. I thought soldiers were supposed to be stealthy. Atleast, I was.

They did manage to cause some damage. But even with their guns, knives and other weapons, without the correct materials; they were still useless.

My body had healed immediately after contact. It took them a while to realize that it didn't work. You know how they are with the pointless shooting.

And I got tired of it so now bodies of black armored soldiers laid in one of the cages on this side of the building. My cage to be exact.

There was no privacy in a cage. They were rooms without walls. Bars took their place. Barely a chair, maybe a nest of torn clothes for a bed but nothing else.