Disgustingly Twisted

UT: H U N G E R

 His eyes were growing fuzzy, the scent of that wonderful perfume filled his nose, and is mind was slowly slipping away. His eagerness rose from within him, spiraling up his spine; hands twitched, fingers clicked. He needed something to E A T. The rumbling wouldn't go away. He shook his head from the dizziness of the hunger; mouth began to part and a tongue slipped out like a snake, coating those teeth of his with a thin layer of saliva. God, he needed this. Those long legs were making everything difficult for him. 

Sitting at the edge of the bar stool, he held his face for a moment, not wanting cause himself a scene. A low huff, and growl urged throughout his throat. He wanted it...He CRAVED IT. That raven hair bounced with glee, and so did his eye lights follow. He seemed glued to his chair, hands clung against his skull, teeth tearing at his jacket sleeve. The soul that writhed inside of him seems to only bubble and gurgle. He waited too long for this. How long has he actually waited for something so...delicious to walk this way? A dinner that satisfied him for only a week in time..and then he needed more and more. 

This monster huffed once again, a whine grinding throughout his clenched jaws; patience was always the key. All he needed to do is wait for the human to leave this damned building. He knew that she would be going alone...HE KNEW IT. He spotted her when he first came into the bar an hour ago. Listening in onto everything she was wanting to do tonight...? A late night stroll around the park? Oh, this seemed too easy for him, almost to the point that he nearly charged her down in the ladies room. He stood there against the door of the bathroom stall...just waiting for her to open the door, and he would just take her down right there-! of course..more would come on in, and ruined this plan from the start. Being SO close has only driven this sober man into the drunken haze of bloodlust. He narrowed his glare, she seemed to be moving towards the front of the old bar. 

He didn't waste time to move himself from the seat- nearly throwing himself off the stool, and pushed past a small group of women; causing them to squeal, scream, and hiss at him. He didn't hear any of it. The only thing that played in his head was the sound of her heart beat. He wanted to feel it racing, he wanted to see the tears on her face before he takes the first bite from her throat. He wanted to HEAR HER SCREAMING FOR HELP, yet nobody is around to hear. His head jerked, and a soft crack came from how fast he moved. His breath gotten heavier, eye lights seemed to dilate, glowing like small flashlights, narrowing down on it's target, and that target here was...Her. 

The bell chimed as the tall woman strutted out of the bar, it closed... and it seemed that the chime that should've been jingling when the monster left...didn't happen. No, he flashed without a blink. He couldn't have his dinner becoming so suspicious could he? No, that would only make things even longer than what they have to be. God, he grinds his teeth roughly against each other, his lower jaw nearly snapped by the pressure. Just having to wait in the shadows of each tree, car, or alley seemed to be the only way he knew how to prowl around without being seen, or cause his delectable little dish to start to become paranoid...just yet anyway. 

Ring, ring, ring..Oh? A phone call? A wicked smile edged upon his face, a wild snarl punching out from the darkness of the trees, and caused the human to scream; facing the same way the sound came from. The cell was clenched within those delicate little hands of hers..The rings shimmered in the streetlights. She was already trembling. He wondered how many drinks she had all night, and just engulfed the intense smell of her terror flooding into his nose. Oh, yes...Why let something so delicious have to be so beautiful. Those eyes pierced over across his own, and yet again the girl screamed and there she went...Running and running. They always thought if you would run away from something so mysterious...You would be able to get away. They all should know that is not how it works.

He watched from a distance as she would flash her head around, sweat now starting to sparkle on her forehead from the sudden shock, and fright of those two eyes staring back at her from the darkness of an alley. Of course, who wouldn't run if they saw something like that..? A easier picking would do something like that, but is the fun on not messing with them a little bit? Give them the little fake safety as they would try to head to a public area, or home sweet home. Those never seem to work for those who have the wild determination to live. Not when he is on them...and that is how he likes it. He cracked his fingers, one by one to have them only echo throughout the night. Her head snapped around on each crack, and it seemed that she might get a headache if she kept going in like that. The hands that held the phone have almost forgotten that somebody else was on the other line. He might be farther than what the pretty human thought...but he can hear everything that went on inside and around her.