It had been several days since he first smelt it.
Now within reach his other wildly senses had kicked in, and his eyes were no longer open.
His body guided him.
Showing him the way.
Never stumbling.
Never slowing.
Never stopping.
The sudden smell of burnt wood filled his lungs.
And he was suddenly terrified.
His once gentle approach was now forgotten, sprinting on, his legs propelled him forwards, and he was now outside a house.
With a barn in the distance, a patch of land separated the two.
Only now did he open his eyes.
Looking out from the window, and then around the room he had just entered.
He gladly realised.
It was the only the field that had burnt.
He sighed thankfully, and then sank his jagged sharp teeth into the base of the girl's neck.
And then tore her pretty throat out.
She never even got a chance to scream.
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DEMONS Of Drakewater
Teen FictionA Demon girl, a Monster Hunter, and a down-right nut-job, pair up together. ( The 2 of them are acquaintances, well, I guess you could give it a bit of a stretch. Friends? maybe? ). She needs their help, whether she likes it or not. She's more power...
