The blade of the knife I carried was 9 inches. The chrome steel flashed in the moonlight as I quietly stalked my next victim in an abandoned alleyway. The kill would be easy. It was a man, early twenties, in his prime of strength and endurance, but it didn't matter...I would always be stronger.
He turned left. So did I.
It was hilarious he didn't realize I was following him, but it didn't make the murder enjoyable at all. I began to shuffle my soundless stride, and kick a rock every now and then, throw in a cough or two. He was intelligent at least, it didn't take him long to recognize that he was being followed. Good. That's exactly what I wanted.
He began to walk faster, but I kept my slow steady pace.
I knew he would make another left. It would be a deadend. Too late for him then, so I moved slowly, enjoying the prolonged torture of the chase.
I could hear his breathing coming in short desperate pants, the overbearing reek of fear, the sound of each footstep stumbling over the other. Then a dead stop. He must've reached the deadend by now.
I was just turning into it, when I saw him spin around in horror to face me.
"Such a handsome man, let's have a little fun shall we?" I tilted my head slightly, smiling to reveal many large daggered fangs.
He staggered away, backing himself into the alleyway, he had no where to go, no where to escape, to hide like the cowardly human he was.
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