Finally, there was that connection I was longing for. The stranger that stood in front of me grasping onto my neck painfully while he leaned over his heated breath fanning my skin. Then I couldn't help myself. I started chuckling for no reason at all. The stranger with blood leaking down his chin looked up at me with furrowed brows but didn't question me rather tighten his grip even more. " The difference between me and you are. . . you're the killer, and suddenly when I want to help someone in need I get blamed for killing them. That makes me the victim doesn't it." It came out more as a statement then a question as he shook his head holding onto my chin. " Your right, blondie. But the differences between us is, your my prey and I'm the predator. Your just a piece of a meal I'm looking for and that's it." I chuckled once again. I should of been frighten, should of been struggling for my life, begging even. All I felt was freedom.