Short Stories

The Prey and the Predator

This is sort of a thriller. If you don't like it, you can just skip it.

The night was dark. No moon nor star dared shine tonight. Her feet, like prey running from a predator, crunched on the leaves that laid on the ground. Her breaths made small clouds in the frigid air. Her hair flew behind her like a ribbon whipping in the wind. Her sea blue dress was like a flower, it delicately wrapped itself around her. Her eyes were wide with fear and anxiety. Adrenaline rushed through her veins.

    The predator, like a thief in the night, stealthily ran after his beautiful prey. His smirk never left his face while in chase. His nails, sharp. His ears, pointy. His teeth were like fangs. His eyes were as dark as the night itself. His hair, red as the blood of his victims. His skin was as pale as the moon when it’s full. His clothes were ripped, and it showed some of his many scars. He laughed at her fretting figure. The sound of his voice made the prey lose her mind. The trees, like trying to help the predator, tripped her in her moment of terror.

    The leaves crunched loudly as she landed on her back. Her head hit the trunk of the tree with a soft thud. The predator slowly crept to the prey. She turned her head, and prepared to be killed. After a few minutes of sitting there in the darkness, she turned her head back to him. Though, he was no longer there. He disappeared without a trace. She stood up and looked around, but she could still see nothing. A slight breeze brushed against her peachy skin. She shivered at the sudden touch. Her breath was still pants. Then she heard a voice whisper in her ear.

    “You will be mine, Prey~” It told her. She screamed and attacked towards the direction of the sound. She hit something hard, but soft. The sound of a grunt made way to her ears. The thing grabbed her by the shoulders, and dug its nails into her flesh. She whimpered at the sudden pain. She could feel the cool, thick liquid run down her shoulders. She closed her eyes to endure the pain. She grit her teeth to hold in her screams. Tears began to stream down her soft cheeks. The predator did not let up.

    His eyes glazed over with blood lust. His lips turned into a snarly smile. He shook with excitement. His nails kept digging deeper into her tender flesh. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She let out a screech of pain. The forest echoed with her cries. Yet, no one could hear her. The predator loved her screams. He licked at some of her salty tears that ran down her face. It was at that time that the moon broke out from behind the clouds that had hid it. It shined down on her like a spotlight on a stage, illuminating her frail and fair figure. She could feel herself getting weaker and losing consciousness. Her head was getting heavier, and soon, everything went blank. The predator had gotten his prey.