Beyond the walls of betrayal.

Chapter 5: Trickling blood and sweat.

This will be good.

My inner beast licks his lips greedily at her slip up. Did she really think she would get away that easy? I don't leave a man to tell the tale. Or even a woman. 

She's ready to die.

It was in her actions as she stood back up again. My eyes missed nothing of this world. Nor the next. In the moments to come I would be feasting savagely on her flesh and bone. My bloodlust screamed for her blood, a taste, a morsel of her soul. I wanted her blood dripping from my lips, I wanted to feel the life drain out of her body as I held it between my teeth. She would beg for me to stop. Scream. Cry. Desperately her last words would ring through the air, then nothing but sullen silence and crows cawing in the distance.

'NOO!' she would say 'STOP NO!'

Lets begin.

The beasts full strength rippled through my limbs, I felt my bones thicken, my flesh tremble. I let it take over from here, we could not resist the pull for her blood. Feast on her essence. We will devour her piece by piece. She would only be another body to add our growing pile.

Stop.

We paused, a voice inside broke through to the surface of our mind. Locked away deep down inside where even the beast dare not tread. Our past.

What? We snarl. This voice sounded puny. Pathetic. Like...

We don't need to do this.

Oh shut up. What is she to you? Nothing, nothing but a chunk of meat on a stick.

The voice faded away, silenced by our words. 

We were treading deeper into the forest further and further away from the Keepers, shadowing her trail as she sprinted through the trees. Bounding over fallen branches and logs. Marked by the wind and rain from years ago. She had no idea what she was stepping on, only that she had to keep running. Keep her head high enough so she could see some sort of picture in her last moments. She broke hollow bones and sticks from our feast eons ago. Swatting her hands at dead thorny bushes that stood in her way. The leaves and mud combined made a slippery path for her footing. It amused us to watch her struggle. But no matter how much she tried to diverge her tracks to through us off. Her fear trailed behind her like a mist of perfume. Invigorating to inhale as we hunted her down.

It's been too long since we had a proper hunt...

She was fast we gave her that, flitting just beyond our reach each step she made. Yet her energy was fading, we could sense it. She became a little slower each time she turned. Our bloodlust rose higher and higher, soon ecstasy would be ours. We could smell it. Taste it. Oh for sure we would ravish her. The foreplay before a feed was always welcome. We had already stuffed our guts full of that bitter hard Keeper meat, so to taste her flesh would be like ambrosia.

"No-" she gasped, her body seemed to stiffen. While our delighted grin grew wider.

Yes.

In front of her was the weed covered mound of a hill. Its steep sides would be impossible to climb in a hurry. Fortunately, we have all the time to wait for when she slips. However at the sight of the hill she speed up. Surprising us mildly but not enough for a chance. Her stride widened until the joints of her knees bent to spring. Then she leapt, hands stretching out to grab what bush she could to haul herself up. Her shoes muddy and torn levelled themselves out to find footing on the hill side as well. Midair she looked ridiculous. Hands out and feet forward, like she was sitting. Since her back was to me, her expression was shielded I was unable to see the expression of concentration on her face. The hood of her clothing lifting in the air, her hair tucked away inside came loose. Whipping out to reveal a thin ponytail. It coiled and writhed around. Dull. Brown. Why does it demand my attention so? Her hair hardly matters to me. It will soon dissolve between my gums and spit. Nothing but fibres from her flesh anyway. Why bother pay attention to it?

Focus

We snapped our gaze back to her. In order to not crash into the hill as well, we slowed and gave her a head start. A few seconds to think she had longer to live. That wouldn't last long.

Not long at all.

*Bit short sorry but I need Miras pov for the next one