Elleanor met him when she was 12; when her life turned upside down and fate decided to play with her heartstrings. It made her think that Death was indeed following her around, killing everything and everyone she ever considered dear to her.
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Rahu
I watch as the small creature shivers under the moonlight, curled up on the ground. Her long hair is all over the place, covering some parts of her naked body. It is small and defenseless. It is a human child.
I take in deep breaths to control the urge to sink my fangs into the human's soft flesh, feel the warmth of the red liquid between my lips, going down my throat.
Blood. Fresh meat. Human flesh. She must taste so good. Such easy prey. I want to taste it. I want to see her expression of fear as she runs from me. I want to chase her. I want to eat her alive-
Stop! I close my hands into fists and hit my head a dozen times, pacing back and forth in a futile attempt to calm the beast inside. It needs to calm down. It wants blood, but I can't. We can't.
It is a child. It is defenseless and too easy. We don't like easy prey. No, we like the chase, we like to feel the fear come off our target in waves. It makes the blood even tastier, the flesh even softer.
Like the ones we just had a moment ago.
A smirk creeps its way on my face, making me stop the pacing and close my eyes to make the image in my brain even more vivid. The two male demons were good prey. They screamed, they fought, they ran from us. It felt good, so good. We can still feel the metallic taste of blood in our tongue. I groan from the pleasure it brings me.
The child stirs on the ground snapping me out of my haze. I feel the beast retreat slightly to the back of my mind, giving me more control of my actions and my thoughts. That 's it. You've had your fill. I can see everything much clearer now, my breaths are coming out even, my heart beat going back to a steady pace, matching that of the small female.
My eyes trail over her body as she turns over to the other side, curling up even more if that was even possible. The shivering has not stopped, and now I can hear the sound of her teeth shattering. Is she sick?
She is probably going to die. Humans are frail creatures after all.
She turns over once more, facing me this time, and I can see bruises covering her cheeks, her lips are bleeding. The metallic smell hits my nostrils full force, making me take a step back.
Fuck, I want to eat her but I can't - for some strange reason, it feels wrong. For the first time in my whole existence, killing something feels wrong! It makes me unconfortable.
I pick my leather jacket up from the ground and put it on. It comes into contact with my bloodied body, covering much of the red liquid that stains my skin. I trail a hand down my naked torso, gathering some into my fingertips. I lick it off, sighing in contentment as I observe the now trashing human child. I take one last look at her and turn around, ready to make my way back to my cabin nearby.
Since it's a weekend, I've taken time off from my hectic life in the city to spend some quiet time in the woods. That's when I let myself go, the time I do not care if the beast is seeking blood. Here, in the middle of nowhere, it can hunt whatever it wants, whenever it feels like. Finding those male demons here was a surprise - a good one.
