🦇🍭The One Who Got Away🍭🦇(Candybats!) (art not mine)

The One Who Got Away (1)

(told in 3rd person btw)
(Slight mention of piss, sexual jokes, and swearing in this chapter) ______________________________________
It was a dark night. All the houses were either a hushed sleepy dark, or an illuminated household with the aura of joy and laughter surrounding it. The sky itself was a dancing dream of violet purples and navy blues, with stars that were glistening. And with the dancing night along with the glistening stars was Streber, stalking the quiet barren streets, alone, hungry, and on the hunt for someone to feed on.

It was an eerie night. All the houses had the right mind of shutting up, or decided to obliviously continue their irritable shouts and lights that were blinding through the apartment Kevin lived in. As for the sky, it made everything pitch black, so that the average human could not see a thing. Annoying as blinding lights shimmering through the houses were though, it was the only light source supplying Kevin as he grumpily took out the trash in this vile town, unaccompanied, cold, and miserable, just simply wanting to go back inside and be in solitary.

Streber scoured the streets. He sighed. Was there really nobody outside? Would he have to go hungry for a day before he could try again? I mean... there were those two homeless guys, but seeing how they drank their own piss, that'd be a hard no. Wait, scratch that. There seemed to be this tall skinny guy, who looked around Streber's age, taking out the trash. This would be perfect. It would be an easy hunt and kill. After all, Streber never had a human get away from him before. With that, Streber snuck into the shadows, readying for his presumable next meal.

Kevin opened the overfilled trash container, filled with the disgusting shit of others. Kevin let out a bit of a depressed grumble. He felt like every day was the same, it was just on loop or something, with little to no change. He wanted to do something different, but he wasn't exactly sure what to do to make himself happier. He couldn't quit his job, but at the same time, he couldn't alter his life for the better. If only there'd be someone who could enter his life. Kevin liked to day dream about that kind of stuff. Having someone special that cared about him more than anyone else. But Kevin has tried love before, and it never really worked out. Love wasn't really his thing. He'd figured he might as well spend the rest of his life alone.
Kevin hated that concept. Okay, that was probably enough deep thinking for one night. Kevin should at least wait until he's back inside. He aimed at the pile of trash, only to be suddenly tackled to the ground by someone.

This was going exactly according to plan. Streber had lunged at the person, pinned him to the cold ground, and held him tight. This man stood no chance. Streber thought. He began to inch towards the Kevin's neck, preparing to bite down and drain him of blood.

Holy mother of whatever fucking God there was in the sky. The creep who tackled Kevin now had him pinned to the ground, and even worse, looked like he was about to kiss Kevin's neck or some other kind of sexual assault, what other reason could it be for the creep inching closer and closer with each passing second? Kevin tried to struggle and call out for help as an attempt to break free, big mistake. The creep just held tighter onto Kevin and covered his mouth. He could feel the creep's freezing hands on him. Kevin could only escape one way now.

Streber held on tight to Kevin now. He'd tried to escape, squirmed and called for help. His efforts were in vain though, this man was not getting away from Streber. He got close to Kevin's neck one last time, hoping to finally bite him, when a bag of trash swiftly hit his face, making Kevin able to get out of Streber's grasp.

Kevin used all that he had left, the trash he was planning to throw away, had some use as he swung it against the creep's face, producing the creep to be momentarily stunned. Kevin used the stunning to his advantage while he made a break for the apartment door.

Streber broke from the dizziness, and chased after Kevin. It was too late though, Kevin had escaped to his apartment, somewhere Streber couldn't go without permission.

Kevin's plan worked, but he wouldn't stop running until he got to his apartment door and locked it. His knees fell to the ground as he panted. He was safe, for now.

Streber couldn't believe it. The first guy to ever survive Streber's wrath. It made Streber filled with this weird emotion he couldn't quite identify yet. Anger? Annoyance? Jealousy? Whatever it was, it made Streber go on a mission. To find out what he was feeling, and to hunt down, as well as kill, the one who got away.

End of Chapter 1