Thou Hath Fallen

Dead Deer~13

The predator was thirsty, jetlagged but mostly thirsty.A juice or a cocktail would not do the trick.He missed the sound of the snap and crunch of a prey's neck.Crunching too loudly on the tortillas just heightened his need, his desire for the rusty and salty taste of blood.No,he was no blood drinker but a man with a dog's flaring nose for the good things in life.In his own sick way,he was helping in trimming the outrageous big number of parasites feeding of earth-men

Sweeping by snapping.Cleansing by burning.Hallowing by getting rid of ashes of the fallen.Who was he?
He did not want you to know-at least not yet.

Adrenaline was buzzing almost fizzling in his veins and he needed a kill.Soon.His lovely uncaged bird was probably missing his constant doodling and attention.Oh Kendra!The different ways the predator imagined to have you would leave you screaming in desire and release.
Release he would give you for failing to give in and if you gave in,he would still give you release.He was that good.

Marble floors
Ashen face
So frail
So pale
Timeless silence

He bothered not to check in his current residence.He just had to see her, accidentally touch her and watch as she fought against her weak humanness.How pathetic she was.The predator however,admired this thinking to himself that he would go a step further and fatten her.

With this in mind,he ordered a cappuccino and ensured to leave a generous tip.His taste in coffee was rather unsettling.A reaper should have ordered something along the lines of black with no sugar but not him.Being sweet was his inside joke.

Grant thought that she would notice him after he wore his finely pressed shirt and she did notice him but with disdain.In her ballerina pink dress she sneered.He forgave her because no matter what she was his angel.The first snow dance was coming and  he could have asked her out but it was a girl's choice so he waited...
Everything was going according to plan until Josh happened.She asked Josh!She asked  the perfect non freckled Josh.
As the two laughed,his menance increased.
It was terrible but he controlled himself until she leaned in and kissed Josh!

Josh had to pay.Anyway,Grant had been asked by a boring Jane and Grant loved her brevity.She deserved to be beautiful,serene even right? So Grant did lead her out to the starless night and swore to himself that he would not fail her.
He carressed then put some pressure on her neck.She made no sound as she turned pale.She gasped and at last she was beautiful.
It started with a dance and it would end with  a dance.
After all that was how great stories began and ended.
Grant was not sad,
Grant was appeased.

Caffeinated and sated,the predator did go back his place.Daring not change out of his shirt for the mere thought that it had come in contact with her,he lay on his stone cold bed.With a faint lavender scent,the predator did sleep.
For the first time in many nights,he slept a dreamless man.

Oh how the small details and expressions mattered to some more than they did to others!How a simple childish grin or in this case sneer could cast one's fate but then again Mrs Fate was not cast in stone.
Chance,a respite and a redeeming friend.However good a friend chance was,he was shy and could take a while before gracing someone.

The predator could blame whoever he wanted for his actions but it was all on him.Then again was it really his fault?
Was he at fault to justify a tainted course?Maybe, maybe not.One thing was certain though,a goose could be plucked and arranged on a salad dressing to look like a duck but it ceased not to be a goose.

Innocent or not, I would play not judge and let the predator sleep.After all, wisdom is relative.

Venison or steak?
Momma prefers steak
Is venison bad?
I wish I could say so
Why so Ma?
I know not which....
Mommy?
I know not which you'll like

Sun fall failed not.The time to hunt was nigh.The predator had slept through the day and he was hungry.He could always order takeout but only he knew how he liked his meat.
The rush for the hunt made him walk so eerily that one could think he was dancing with the wind.How he melted and became one with the forest was a mystery.He bothered not look where he was going as he eyed a certain herd of deer.How did he not get his head bumped by trees? Probably good head- eye coordination.
His choice of weapon?Pure hatred and a carving knife.

Wasting no time in stalking his prey,he crept in,singled out his deer for the day and decided to chase after it.The once peaceful herd was distraught,their ears twitching in alarm and smiling to himself he attacked.

Chasing them a couple of miles maybe two,he dared not break a sweat.After all this was what he was good at.The mother deer was his choice. Smiling wickedly and wondering how the orphaned calfs would fare,he jumped on the deer deciding not to give it a fast death.
Slow and torturous is how he liked it.
Next time he would try skinning it alive but for now a jab to the stomach and splattering of it's intestines would do.

His icy long and thin hands went to the deer's neck.What a strong beating pulse!The deer stayed still as if knowing what was coming.Snap! The eyes rolled back to their socket and the predator felt alive more than ever.
His choice of meat that day was the deer's liver.Taking it out,with blood mixing with his sweat,he went back to his house.Good thing it was near the bushland.
He would have a good grilled liver and a glass of good old wine.

A perfectly normal meal for any normal man.The way the food appeared on the table mattered not.Right?

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