Short stories

Open hunt

She looked outside, a large smile on her lips. The night was dark and beautiful. She couldn’t see the moon through the thick blanket of clouds. A man entered the room and asked her if she had slept well. She turned to him, still smiling. She nodded before telling him the hunt would be good. He raised his eyebrows.

“You think so?”

She laughed. With a graceful gesture, she approached her servant and took the robe he handed her.

“Chose me a beautiful dress for tonight.”

“Very well, ma’am.”

He cordially nodded his head before she left the room. She went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. She already savored her victory and power it would feel to her first victim. Once showered, she wrung her body before perfumed it. She returned to her room, completely naked. Frank, her servant, walked behind her to pick up what she left on the floor. He spread an elegant royal blue dress on the bed. She put on the dress. She tossed her long brown hair back and looked at Frank’s dark eyes.

“I’m ready to attack!” she shouted, a small smile on her lips.

She approached him and gently stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. In the moonlight, the shadow of her fingers stretched. Her nails became sharper, like her canines.

“Is my car ready?”

“Yes, ma’am. You’re the only one missing inside it.”

“I’ve got to go. I’m starving!”

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Practically all clubs downtown were filled to full capacity. There were long lineup to enter while the doormen watched carefully. Unless you knew the right person or to be on the list of admission, not through the door before anyone else.

It wasn’t a problem for Anthony. He was inside for about an hour and he looked at his friends dancing. He seemed bored to death, sitting alone with his beer. Karen asked him to join them, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay a little behind in case Rachel came. His friend uttered a deep sigh, taking his hand. She told him that he was waiting for nothing and he knew it perfectly. He lowered his head without answering. Reluctantly, she walked away from Anthony, returning on the dance floor. He sighed again, knowing that Karen was right. Rachel wouldn’t come here tonight because she didn’t want to see him. She had dumped him for another guy. It was the reason why she dumped him. She did it during the afternoon. His friends had decided to entertain him. Nevertheless, he kept hoping to see her again. He finished his beer and put it on the bar.

“Good evening,” a voice said behind him.

He frowned before turning. A beautiful brunette wearing a beautiful blue dress stood before him, smiling. Her long hair fell over her shoulders in a dark cascade. Her dark eyes peered intently on, but her smile was nothing threatening. He thought she was very nice… and her important neckline was very inviting! He looked at her without saying anything. She held out her hand and said blandly:

“Will you inviting me to dance?”

He shook his head stupidly before taking her hand and led her to the other dancers. He lost his friends in the crowd, but he didn’t care. Gently stroking his neck, she brought her lips to his ear and asked him why he looked so sad. He hesitated to answer, but he finally told her what had happened.

“Oh… Poor little darling… Let me help you forget about your lost love…”

She kissed him gently and he tasted her lips hungrily. He felt himself weakening when all seemed to disappear around them. She ended up taking his hand and dragged him outside. He followed her without asking any question. She led him to her car. A voice betraying his nervousness, he asked her where she wanted to take him. She approached him and laid a hand on his cheek, smiling.